"It seems you’re still the person who understands the best..."
"Uh..."
"I’m talking about between friends."
"Of course, after all, we’ve known each other since childhood!"
"Oh right..." Jonathon Gibson wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin, "I’ve got sothing for you."
"Huh?"
Jonathon Gibson took out a delicately wrapped square gift box from under the table and handed it to Christine Quinn.
"What is it? Why do you want to give it to ?"
"Because it’s yours."
"Hmm?" Christine Quinn was quite puzzled.
"Open it and see..."
Under Jonathon Gibson’s expectant gaze, Christine Quinn slowly opened the gift box.
It turned out the box contained a photograph—specifically, a photo from when she was seventeen.
Christine Quinn suddenly beca ecstatic, "You found this photo for ..."
Yes, this was taken by Hilda when she was seventeen.
She felt the photo captured her looking especially beautiful and secretly planned to print a smaller version to give to Skyler Jones, so he could see her every day.
But who would have thought, the photo mysteriously disappeared later, she searched for a long ti but couldn’t find it, eventually giving up on the idea of placing the photo in Skyler Jones’s wallet.
Seeing Christine Quinn’s delighted expression, Jonathon Gibson apologized, "I’m sorry, Christine, it was who took your photo back then."
Upon hearing Jonathon Gibson’s words, Christine Quinn suddenly looked up.
Jonathon Gibson spoke slowly, "When I saw the photo, I really wanted to have it, but I knew the person you wanted to give it to wasn’t ..."
Back then, everything felt so naive...
Thinking a photograph could make soone rember you all their life.
Looking back now, the supposedly mature self didn’t understand anything.
"You enlarged the photo?"
"Yes, the original photo is in the fra’s pocket."
Christine Quinn studied the photo and smiled softly, "I must look a lot older than back then, right?"
"No, you still look the sa as you did back then."
"You’re just flattering ..."
"I’m telling the truth, just...you’ve gotten thinner than before."
"Thank you, Jonathon." In recent days while searching through old photos, she realized she didn’t have any of her past photos, and now finally has one...one to beautifully lie on a tombstone.
"Silly...I should have returned it to its rightful owner long ago."
After the al, Jonathon Gibson insisted on taking her ho, but she refused.
He had to accompany her by the roadside to wait for a taxi.
While waiting for a taxi, Jonathon Gibson hesitantly spoke up, "Christine, there’s sothing I don’t know whether to tell you..."
"Hmm? What’s the matter?"
"The day before I ca to Y City from New York, I attended a private gathering by chance and ran into Jennifer Douglas...that day, everyone had their female or male companions, and the person accompanying Jennifer Douglas was Mr. Jones."
"Oh."
Christine Quinn responded faintly.
"Christine, I didn’t an to tell you this; I just...wanted you to know."
"I know you an well... but it’s okay, my relationship with him, really, it’s okay..." Christine Quinn said as she flagged down a taxi.
Jonathon Gibson gentlemanly helped Christine Quinn open the taxi door.
Christine Quinn was about to get into the car, and suddenly, her vision went dark, before she realized what was happening, a sharp pain pierced her heart...
"Ugh..."
With a cry of pain, Christine Quinn suddenly collapsed in front of Jonathon Gibson.
Jonathon Gibson quickly caught Christine Quinn, his face turning pale, "Christine, Christine..."
Christine Quinn was sent to the hospital.
This was the second ti Christine Quinn had been hospitalized within ten days of returning to Y City.
The first ti was at ho; the servants saw her suddenly fainting and imdiately took her to the hospital...
That ti she woke upon arriving at the hospital and imdiately refused when the doctor wanted to examine her, then ordered the servants not to tell anyone, including Marie and Skyler Jones.
She hadn’t expected to faint in front of Jonathon Gibson this ti.
She knew her condition had worsened because she could no longer control the pain, and the intense pain would cause her to faint...
"Doctor, how is she?"
Christine Quinn, in a daze, heard Jonathon Gibson anxiously asking the doctor.
The doctor said, "Sorry, I need to conduct a more detailed examination...because, at first glance, her condition doesn’t look optimistic."
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