The Faceless Billionaire Celebrity Wife-Chapter 303: Contract.

Music Rec: Someone You Loved by Lewis Capaldi

Krystal sighed inwardly, refusing to let go of Shikera’s shoulders. Knowing her next words would not be taken well by the latter, she was trying to prevent her from storming out of the room.

"Calm down, Kera. I uhm...I shouldn’t be talking to you about this, Seriously. Where’s Ethan?"

"Home," Shikera deadpanned.

"And you came here alone? Why did he not come with you?"

Lowering her gaze to stare at the tiled floor, Shikera replied, "Probably because he doesn’t know anything about this yet. Just tell me whatever you want to, Krystal."

She stepped away to free herself from Krystal’s grip and walked back to the chair she had been sitting on.

"I have to get home before he does, so let’s be fast," she stated.

Hearing the firm tone with which Shikera spoke, Krystal knew she had just a few minutes to pass her message across. She could only hope that this stubborn human in front of her would consider her words.

She began, "You know, I was one of the first set of people you told about this pregnancy and looking back now, I regret the fact that I didn’t discourage you from then—"

"What does that mean?" Shikera cut her off, her eyes narrowing into a glare, albeit a weak one. "What do you think I would have done even if you discouraged me from keeping it?"

"That...I don’t know. But still...how about we reconsider, Shikera? I don’t think your body can handle this," Krystal replied, pleas evident in her eyes.

"If I reconsider and decide to let this go, does it mean I get to live a long and wonderful life? No, Krystal. I would still have to live my day to day life in fear that I might die the very next hour. Do you think that’s a very interesting routine?"

Krystal shook her head, "Of course not. But—"

"But what? I prefer this. Even if I have to let go of my life at the end of this, I’ll prefer it because I chose this path myself. Not you, not daddy and definitely not Noah. So none of you have to feel guilty on my behalf," Shikera interjected. She rose from the chair and picked up her bag, before walking around the table to stand before Krystal.

"What?" the latter asked, her brows raised.

"Just wanted to tell you that I will be alright, but not without your help. You are still that one and only doctor I will forever trust," Shikera replied. She beamed with a bright smile, waited until Krystal returned it, before turning to walk out of the room.

As soon as she got into the elevator, she took out her phone and dialled Mignon’s number.

"Mignon?" she called, as soon as the call connected.

"Kera Cooper, what’s the problem?" came the reply. Shikera could not help but smile at that. However, the smile grew wry as she remembered the reason she was calling.

"Ethan will be home soon and I plan to tell him the moment he walks through the door. You said I could make it special, how?" she asked.

"Special? How about you do something you have never done for him? I bet he will be delighted," Mignon replied.

"Something I have never done for him? There are a lot. For example, I never told him— Forget it, I have the perfect idea of what to do."

"What’s tha—"

Beep!

Mignon frowned, staring at the phone’s screen to see that the call had been disconnected.

"Did she really hang up on me after using me for my idea?" she scoffed. Flinging her phone onto the couch beside her, she resumed watching Esther who was working on her assignment right beside her. She was oblivious to the pair of eyes staring at her from behind.

Ethan who had stopped when he heard Shikera’s name, took soundless steps across the room to stand behind the sofa Mignon was sitting on.

"What were you talking about?" he asked.

Jolting, Mignon’s heart almost fell out of her chest from the shock suffered from hearing her brother’s voice. How the hell did he get behind her without her knowledge?!

"What?" she breathed, her voice barely audible amidst the gasps she was taking.

"You were talking to Kera," Ethan replied. "And I know it’s about me. Care to tell me what I did wrong?" he asked.

Mignon rolled her eyes, eyeing him in displeasure.

"How about you go home and ask her that yourself, huh? Why did you have to scare me because of that??" She was almost screaming as she asked.

Ethan didn’t bother giving an answer. Either way, his questions would get replies when he got back home so he only needed to hurry with his business here. As he made to walk away, he was stopped by Mignon.

"You are not using your mask?" she asked.

"I will be getting rid of it soon so just trying to get used to a bare face," Ethan replied. Seeing that she went quiet all of a sudden, he turned completely to face her instead of going on his way.

"Why don’t you just ask about him? He used to do so without the least bit of shyness," he said.

Mignon didn’t reply. Instead, she turned to Esther and whispered, "Excuse me, Love. I’ll be back soon."

She closed the distance between herself and Ethan, stopping only when she was right before him.

"How is he doing?" she asked.

With his chin, Ethan gestured at the door leading out of the mansion.

"He’s out there, if you could go check for yourself," he answered. "Where is your father?"

"Probably in his study. He spends his days there."

"Like the chairman that he is?" Ethan scoffed. He gave Mignon a slight pat on her shoulder and walked away, heading to his father’s study room.

Without knocking, he pushed the door open and stepped into the room, his brows furrowing when he found the place empty. What was even more disturbing was the messy state of the desk which had all sorts of papers and files scattered all over it.

It was a rare sight, as this room held only important documents which his father preferred to be kept hidden. Even Ethan would hesitate before searching through the room to get things.

Stepping closer to the desk, he leaned forward to pick up the first file his eyes touched, raising it up to see it was a contract. He was about to discard it, but one of the names written boldly in text held him back.

Anderson? Wasn’t the marriage contract he had with Shikera, back at the villa?

"If it concerns her, there should be no harm in reading it," he thought, raising the papers up to his line of sight.