All Chapters of Why the Crocodile Tears?: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Even though they didn't exactly agree with Eleanor pressuring them like this, the Sinclair family had serious weight in Castenea. And Anathea really had hurt Natalie. That part wasn't up for debate.So, if Natalie decided to press charges, the officers would go strictly by the book, just like Eleanor had instructed.The officer got up and left the interrogation room, leaving Anathea sitting there alone. She lowered her eyes, clinging tightly to the hem of her shirt. She could tell what they were trying to do. They were trying to put words in her mouth. It was clear they were trying to push the entire blame onto her and make it seem as if she'd attacked Natalie intentionally.Hence, she refused to speak. If she answered anything, she would be done for.But it wasn't like staying silent would get her anywhere better. She'd still hurt Natalie, and everyone was siding with the latter. Anathea had no one to speak up for her, no one to lean on. The only person she could count on wa

The sight of a tall man holding a petite woman in his arms drew more than a few curious stares.Anathea spotted two of the officers who'd interrogated her earlier. She lowered her head, and her shoulders shuddered faintly.Gregory felt her body tense and instinctively tightened his hold on her.The officers who'd brought Anathea back were now all trailing behind Gregory, respectfully escorting him out."This way, Mr. Sinclair," one of them said politely.Gregory gently placed Anathea in the back seat of the car and closed the door, then walked around to the other side.Seeing that, the two officers gave a slight nod. "Safe travels, Mr. Sinclair.""One more thing." Gregory paused in his steps. "Could you send me the surveillance footage from the consultation room at the hospital?""About that…" One of the officers looked troubled. "When we got the report and went to retrieve the footage, the recording from that particular room was already gone."In other words, someone else had

Carl quickly pulled his hand back and glanced nervously at the time. "Uh, I still have rounds to do, so I'll be going now."Before Anathea could respond, he shoved his hands into the pockets of his white coat and practically fled down the hallway.As Anathea watched his retreating back, she felt a little puzzled, but she didn't dwell on it. She simply thought that being a doctor really was a noble and exhausting job.Thanks to Carl, Fiona no longer had to live in constant pain.Through the small glass window in the intensive care unit door, Anathea gazed at Fiona's face. Her pale lips curved into a faint smile.But in the next second, a voice rang out beside her. "Wait, aren't you the mistress who ruined someone's face? You've got some nerve showing up here."The words instantly drew attention from passersby around them—many of them were the same people who'd previously berated Anathea. Now, seeing her again, they immediately launched into more judgmental murmurs."That's right!

But Hannah didn't even spare Natalie a glance. Quick on her feet, she caught Anathea before she could fall. Her voice was full of concern as she asked, "Thea, are you okay?"Anathea weakly nodded. As soon as she saw Hannah, her eyes, already red, became clouded with unshed tears. She parted her dry lips. "Let's go…""Alright, let's get you out of here." Hannah gently supported her slender arm."Wait!" Natalie snapped. "You think you can just walk away after crashing into us like that?"Natalie was determined to make Anathea's life miserable, and she wasn't about to let her friend off the hook either.But she was in for a surprise."Oh?" Hannah paused. When her eyes flicked over to Natalie, she smirked. "I'd like to see how you plan to stop me."She cracked her knuckles, the sound echoing in the tense silence.Before she became an actress, she'd trained in boxing and even earned a silver medal. One swift kick would be more than enough to deal with a fake, high-maintenance woman

Anathea quickly brushed Hannah's hand away and stumbled into the bathroom. Leaning over the sink, she threw up.As Hannah watched her, something clicked in her mind. When Anathea finished and rinsed her mouth, Hannah handed her a tissue."Thanks," Anathea said softly.But that wasn't what Hannah was after. She grabbed Anathea's wrist with a serious expression. "Thea, be honest with me. Are you… pregnant?"Anathea pressed her lips together, and her eyes flickered with hesitation. "I…""Don't lie to me. I've seen this enough times to know the signs." Hannah rested her other hand on Anathea's shoulder and lowered her voice. "Is the baby Gregory's?"Anathea felt a bit helpless at Hannah's sneaky way of asking. She didn't respond, but her silence said enough.She dropped her gaze. She remembered the moment she'd first woken up from fainting. Panicked, she'd tried to rush out and find Fiona, only to be stopped by Carl, who'd delivered the news."Ms. Jacobson, I understand you're worr