Crystal's One Night of Love

Chapter 173 Identity Reveal

Henry only returned to the condominium in the early morning.

As he drove home, he noticed a white BMW parked by the road.

Several people were loitering around and taking pictures, which he did not find strange. However, Henry’s heart skipped a beat when he saw the car plate number.

That’s Crystal’s car….

He stopped his car and quickly made his way across the road.

The bonnet of the white BMW was opened, exposing the car’s engine to the rain for the entire night.

The driver’s seat door stood wide open, allowing the rain to splatter inside the car. Resting on the seat was a woman’s purse, drenched in rainwater.

The onlookers engaged in a noisy discussion.

“Whose car is it? Why was it abandoned by the road?”

“I wonder too. Do you think the car owner might have committed suicide?”

“Both the car and the owner are gone. What a pity!”

Henry stood frozen in place, his breath momentarily suspended as he attempted to comprehend the unfolding situation.

Stiffly, he reached for his phone and realized it was switched off.

As he took out Crystal’s purse and closed the car door, someone in the crowd shouted, “Hey, why are you taking someone else’s stuff?”

Henry’s voice was tense. “This is my girlfriend’s car!”

The crowd looked at him as if he was a heartless jerk who hurt his girlfriend.

Henry hurriedly returned to his car and charged his phone. He immediately called Crystal once his phone was switched on.

The phone rang for about twenty seconds before Crystal answered it.

Crystal sounded exhausted. “Henry, let’s talk about our affairs some other day.”

With that, she hung up the phone.

Henry frowned, guessing she must still be mad at him.

was willing to condone her behavior and decided to head back for a shower before going to her condominium

was not willing to

tow Crystal’s

around. The room was slightly messy with a small suitcase left open on the bed, as if someone was packing halfway but, for

a while before heading to the bathroom.

he was about to take a

impatiently. “What’s the matter. Melora?”

the other end of the phone. “Henry, did you know Crystal’s father passed away?”

snapped open when he heard that. His mind went blank for a split second, and he finally understood why Crystal had left the suitcase behind, why her car broke down by the road, and why she was so exhausted that she couldn’t be bothered to confront him about what happened the night before.

because her father

pain did she

slowly drained of all color. He had a feeling that his relationship with Crystal was reaching

to

with a few relatives

were in the process of settling John’s funeral and burial matters. Crystal, decked in black

to have lost a lot of weight. Her face, already small,

at him silently. She

the first to lose control. He grabbed Henry’s shirt collar tightly and shouted at him, “The audacity of you to appear here! Where were you when Crystal was helpless and needed you? Drop the act and

and gritted his teeth as he continued. “I told you

Seth away without responding to him.

just like that and

thought of Crystal’s pitiful state the night before caused tears to well in his eyes. A wonderful

about to punch Henry in the face when

looked at Crystal’s pale face and

to her when she rejected him with a

Mr. Miller, that my father had his name cleared before he passed away.

aback by her words.

their relationship had reached a point where marriage was being discussed. Not long

now she addressed him as “Mr. Miller,” treating him like a complete stranger.

addressed him struck his nerve.

chose to keep his emotions in check out

there instead of

either and merely treated him as

in the wheelchair, unable to

be buried at a cemetery up in the

and

her. It’s just you

atmosphere filled the cemetery.

passing spread quickly, and many came to pay their respects, regardless of whether they were connected

Robert came

Julia came, along with Melora. The Millers’ intention was clear; they still wanted Crystal to be their