Chapter 434 Chapter 434: Cristofer Is Mr. Mysterious
“Then please answer my question promptly. What is Mr. Mysterious’ real name?”
“He chose his own name. I don’t know,” Nelson replied.
“So, how do you address him? You’re not telling me you call him Mr. Mysterious as well,” Estelle remarked.
Nelson remained silent.
“He once told me his name is Christopher...” Estelle continued.
“That’s impossible!” Nelson immediately objected, thinking she meant “Cristofer” due to their similar pronunciation. “Miss Hudson, I’ve already told you, Mr. Mysterious wants nothing to do with you. And Cristofer is not him!”
Estelle grew uncertain and asked with doubt, “But he also told me his name is Christopher.”
Growing impatient, Nelson motioned for Geoffrey, who was nearby, to come over. In a hushed tone, he asked Geoffrey, “Didn’t you say that Cristofer didn’t know his true identity when he was Mr. Mysterious? Why is Estelle saying that he told her his name?”
“Perhaps she was just trying to deceive you by saying that. Don’t let her trick you,” Geoffrey whispered.
“Alright,” Nelson nodded, then turned to Estelle and asserted, “Miss Hudson, you must be mistaken. Mr. Mysterious’ name is not Cristofer.”
“But you just said you couldn’t remember his name,” Estelle countered, fixing her gaze on him.
“I... Even though I can’t recall his name, I know it’s not Cristofer!”
“Okay,” Estelle smiled broadly, “Now for my second question. I found out yesterday that you transferred all your assets to Cristofer. Why didn’t you give them to Mr. Mysterious? Wasn’t he the one you wanted as your heir?”
“I can choose whomever I want as my heir. It’s none of your concern,” Nelson retorted.
“Since you’ve selected Cristofer as your heir and no longer need Mr. Mysterious, why are you still preventing Mr. Mysterious and me from being together? You’ve gone to great lengths to urge me to leave Hadale,” Estelle asked, clenching her fists together.
“Because I don’t want to see you again! I’ve told you that countless times!” Nelson exclaimed.
Estelle chuckled and said, “Well, I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed. I won’t leave Hadale, and you may have to see me often now. Today, at Grandpa Gary’s birthday party, Cristofer publicly announced in front of everyone that I am his wife.”
Nelson was taken aback. “What? Cristofer actually…”
“Mr. Lopez, based on what you just said, I believe I’ve unraveled the truth about Mr. Mysterious’ identity. That is...”
“I am Mr. Mysterious,” a deep, husky voice interrupted Estelle’s words. The man standing at the door confirmed what she had been about to say.
Estelle’s heart raced as she heard the familiar voice. She turned slowly to see Cristofer standing there, his back to the light. Although she had suspected that Cristofer was Mr. Mysterious, seeing him in person left her stunned.
“When all the pieces come together, there’s only one possible conclusion regarding Mr. Mysterious’ identity. It’s not my twin brother, but me,” Cristofer declared as he approached.
Fixing her eyes on him, Estelle didn’t say anything for a long time. ‘Cristofer, the way you walk, your unique presence, your voice, and your slight frown are the same as those of Mr. Mysterious.’
Hearing Cristofer’s words, Nelson was also stunned. “You... You...”
“I’ve remembered everything,” Cristofer said in a deep voice. “Uncle Nelson, don’t try to cover anything up anymore. I’ve regained my memory.”
Nelson was visibly shocked by Cristofer’s revelation, and the fishing rod he held slipped from his grip, falling to the ground. Geoffrey, noticing this, struggled to pick it up, his eyes filled with skepticism as he questioned Cristofer, “Have you truly remembered everything?”
Without responding to Geoffrey’s question, Cristofer shifted his attention to Estelle, his once cold gaze now softening. “Estelle, I’m back.”
Estelle continued to stare at him, speechless. “You...”
“Estelle, I’ve regained all my memories. I recall our four-year commitment, our stargazing atop Mount Cloud. The night sky was truly enchanting,” Cristofer confessed.
Hearing this, Estelle thought, ‘Our four-year appointment! Only Mr. Mysterious and I know about our appointment! So I guessed right? Is Mr. Mysterious really Cristofer?!’
Geoffrey, who remained skeptical of Cristofer’s claims, observed him with interest and remarked, “Mr. Hans, it seems you may be experiencing mental issues again. You’re even having delusions. I strongly suggest you see a psychiatrist right away.”
Cristofer, gripping Estelle’s hand tightly, smirked and replied, “Mr. Field, I’ve already been seeing a psychologist. Thanks to my therapist, I’ve recollected everything from the past, including my other identity.”
Geoffrey asked cautiously, “You really... remember everything?”
“Mr. Field, whether you believe me or not doesn’t matter,” Cristofer stated indifferently. “In any case, I won’t leave Estelle again.” He then turned to Nelson, speaking with firm words, “Uncle Nelson, you’ve been my benefactor, and I’ll forever remember your kindness. However, you are also responsible for the accident that nearly cost me my life three years ago. From now on, I don’t owe you anything, and our ties are severed.”
The unexpected turn of events frustrated Nelson to the point where he angrily smashed a cup onto the tea table. “What nonsense are you spouting?! Geoffrey is right. You’ve relapsed into mental illness. Whenever this woman appears before you, you lose your sanity!”
Geoffrey chimed in, saying, “Mr. Hans, you are not Mr. Mysterious. I’ve told you countless times that you and Mr. Mysterious are twins. Why do you persist in claiming to be him? It appears that your delusional disorder has intensified.”
Cristofer brushed off their doubts with a chuckle and stood tall, proclaiming in a strong, firm voice, “Uncle Nelson, I’ve dedicated myself to managing your assets all these years and repaid my debt to you. You once separated Estelle and me, but I won’t allow that to happen again.”
Nelson, growing more apprehensive, warned, “Cristofer, don’t make any stupid decisions!”
“I’m not stupid; I’m making the most reserved and wise decision of my life,” Cristofer declared. “Believe it or not, I’ve remembered that I am Mr. Mysterious.”
Nelson’s anxiety was beginning to wane, and he cautiously asked, “Do you... Do you recall how you sustained that severe arm injury?”
Casting a cold glance at Geoffrey, Cristofer said with a sneer, “Of course. And you can also ask Mr. Field this question. He also knows how my arm got injured.” When he spoke, his calm look, husky voice, unique presence, and temperament were the same as those when he was Mr. Mysterious.
At this time, Geoffrey came up with an idea. He smiled and said, “Miss Hudson, you used to live together with Mr. Mysterious every day and know him well. You must be able to distinguish between Mr. Hans and him. Can you tell whether Mr. Hans is Mr. Mysterious or not?”