Chapter 115

Christina kept refusing to eat.

She just didn't want to, and Kenna couldn't exactly force her to open her mouth and shove food in.

"Ms. Windsor, why don't you close your eyes and rest for a bit? If you get hungry, just let me know," Kenna suggested, moving to a chair in the corner and pulling out her phone to update William on the day's events.

William was in the middle of a meeting at the office.

When he saw his phone light up, he glanced at it, and his expression immediately turned serious.

Christina wasn't eating again?

He instinctively thought Christina was throwing a tantrum with the nurse, deliberately harming her own body. This couldn't go on!

"Meeting's over," William announced, standing up and leaving.

He drove to the hospital as fast as he could. He considered buying a meal from a nearby restaurant but decided to call the housekeeper instead. "Can you prepare a nutritious meal and bring it to the hospital? Make sure it's something light."

No matter how good the food outside was, it couldn't compare to the fresh, clean, and nutritious meals from home. Given Christina's current condition, she needed the best.

After making these arrangements, he headed upstairs to see Christina.

"Mr. Cavendish, you're here," Kenna said, stepping aside to leave the room for William and Christina.

Christina's eyes were still closed, her brows slightly furrowed.

He really was like a ghost that wouldn't leave.

She wanted to avoid talking to him, but William walked straight to her bedside and sat down. "I know you're not asleep. Stop pretending."

"Can't I just rest for a bit?" Christina looked up at him.

"I'm not stopping you from resting, but I won't agree to you starving yourself. We already agreed that you'd be discharged tomorrow. What more do you want?" William couldn't understand what she was upset about.

Hadn't he tried to meet all her demands?

Christina's expression remained indifferent. "I'm not protesting by starving myself. I'm just not hungry right now. You can't control when I eat, can you?"

Even pets at home could eat whenever they wanted. Why should she have a set meal time?

William's brow furrowed, his eyes growing stern. "Christina, don't play these games with me. I know you too well."

"Really? You know me?" Christina laughed as if she'd heard a joke.

If he really knew her, what had he been doing in their past life?

Despite living another life, she had grown further from him, and their interactions had decreased significantly. Yet, he was saying this now.

He was so hypocritical.

"I can't handle your so-called understanding, William. Sometimes I really don't know what you're thinking. You say you don't like me, so why won't you let me go? You insisted on marrying me, but after the wedding, you won't cherish me. Instead, you'll torment me to death."

"Christina!" William interrupted her.

He looked incredulous. "What nonsense are you talking about?"

No matter how much he disliked Christina, she was still Raymond's daughter. He would never bully her because of that connection.

Besides, he wasn't some kind of pervert with a weird fetish. Why would he make life difficult for his own wife?

"I think you really need to see a psychologist," William said, exasperated. He couldn't think of any other explanation.

Christina's hostility and prejudice against him were completely unfounded.

He hadn't done anything wrong or hurt her. Why did she see him as the bad guy?

"Yeah, I'm sick. So please, be considerate of a patient and stay away from me. Don't make it worse. Can you do that?" Christina didn't want to argue with him, so she went along with his words.

"I'll leave, but you have to eat properly," William bargained.

Compared to being in the same room with someone she disliked, eating was a pleasure for Christina.

Besides, how could she have the strength to escape if she didn't eat?

She chose the latter. "Fine, give me the food. I'll eat it myself."

To be sure, William watched her finish the meal before he left.

He didn't go straight home but went to see Joseph.

It happened to be Joseph's shift that night, and with no patients around, Joseph had ordered some takeout and invited William to his office. "What brings you here tonight?"

"I told you before, I suspect Christina has a psychological issue. Now I think it's getting worse," William said, clearly troubled.

"Do you have any way to make her act more normal, at least stop hating me so much?"

Joseph shrugged. "We've been friends for so long, but there's nothing I can do. She doesn't just hate you; she has a grudge against me too. I can't figure out what I did to offend her."

Maybe it's like those online theories about people being destined enemies?

If the problem couldn't be solved, maybe they should address the root cause.

"She seems to get along fine with others, right? Maybe you should just stay away from her," Joseph suggested, thinking it was the simplest solution.

With William's status, he wouldn't have trouble finding women. Why insist on being with Christina?

William glared at him. "Is that how you treat patients? Telling their families to stay away from them? If word got out, you'd be famous for all the wrong reasons."

Joseph knew he had a point. "I was just joking. Give it some time. When Christina's condition improves, I'll help you figure it out. Right now, I'm honestly scared of her."

A patient who might actually attempt suicide was terrifying for any doctor.

William's unease grew.

He had a nagging feeling that if he didn't change Christina's view of him soon, he would lose her for good.

He asked Joseph, "What do women her age usually like?"

"You're asking me?" Joseph pointed to himself, more shocked than William. "Come on, you should ask women her age. I'm a bachelor. How would I know?"

"You're right," William agreed, not pressing Joseph further.

After thinking it over, he decided Jennifer was the best person to ask. She was around Christina's age, so their interests should be similar.