Chapter 126

Rhea agreed, twirling a strand of her hair shyly. "Okay."

She turned and left to give instructions to her confidant.

Christina stared at him in disbelief. "You want to marry her? They're nuts! I won't let you make such a sacrifice for me."

"Do you expect me to just watch you die?" Walter said in a low voice. "I brought you out here."

"You can call the cops. I can't watch you sacrifice yourself for me. You need to leave. I was the one who pissed off Matthew. That psycho wants to torture me. I can't let you take the fall for me."

Christina's face was resolute.

"What do you mean, take the fall for you? Do you know how painful it is to watch the woman I love suffer and be powerless to help?" Walter suddenly shouted.

The woman he loves?

Christina's eyes widened in disbelief, staring at his expression.

Walter couldn't hold back anymore. "Yes, you're the woman I love. How could I stand by and do nothing while you suffer? Christina, the Moore Family are the local tyrants. The local authorities are a mess. If they're doing this, it means they have protection from higher up. Don't try to do anything for me. Get a ticket and go back home as soon as possible."

"What are you saying? You just confessed to me and now you want me to abandon you? Walter, do you think I'm that cold-hearted?" Christina bit her lip, her eyes fixed on him.

"Of course not, but I wish you were." Walter knew exactly what kind of person Christina was, but at this moment, he didn't want her to take any more risks.

Christina shook her head. "I can't do it!"

"You have to, Christina. She won't hurt me." Walter's eyes were full of determination, not giving an inch.

Just as Christina was about to say something, Rhea returned, leaning against the doorframe, her eyes glinting with amusement.

"Enough, stop flirting with my fiancé. Otherwise, I might not let you leave and make you watch us make love."

Christina opened her mouth to curse, but Walter covered it.

"That's enough. Get out of here. I don't need you meddling."

Rhea just watched them, smiling silently.

After Christina had treated her wounds and regained some strength, Rhea had her bodyguards throw her belongings at her.

"Take them back. And if you could deliver some good news to his family, that would be even better."

Christina bit her lip. "Do you know who you're messing with?"

Rhea threatened viciously, "I don't care about other places, but here, the Moore Family is the biggest. We've stood strong for a hundred years for a reason. I advise you not to go against us, or you won't know where you'll end up."

The hotel's doors slowly closed in front of Christina.

The cold wind was biting. She rubbed her shoulders and found a place to stay.

As Rhea turned to leave, Matthew appeared, staring at her like a ghost. "Where did you take my muse? Didn't you say you'd send her to me once you were done with her?"

Rhea patted his shoulder. "Bro, I don't fall for people often. Let me have her first."

Matthew stomped his foot in anger. "No way, I want her. She's the only one I want."

"Relax. I'll find you an even better muse, someone who'll be all yours." Rhea laughed heartily.

Christina tried everything she could think of, but nothing worked.

She thought of William. With his influence, and considering the Cavendish family was involved, he wouldn't ignore this.

She pondered for a moment and made the call.

At that moment, William was asleep in a hotel.

He had a dream.

In the dream, he was living a completely different life.

The people around him were familiar, but it was like they were in different roles. His life seemed to have a turning point. He dreamed that after that night, he married Christina under public pressure.

After the wedding, every meeting was filled with animosity. Not long after, Christina found out she was pregnant. Ten months later, she gave birth to a baby girl.

From a god-like perspective, he clearly saw the sunlight streaming into the hospital room. Christina held the baby gently and said, "Let's name her Harper. I hope her life is sweet and smooth."

The scene shifted. A boy walked up to him, holding his hand, calling him Dad.

"What? Who are you? I have a daughter, not a son." William looked at the boy in shock.

Jennifer came up to him. "Are you crazy? This is our son, Mike. When did he become a girl?"

"Daddy, hold me." Mike reached out his small hands.

William, confused, picked up the soft, cuddly child.

"Harper?"

He called softly.

Jennifer's face changed. "William, how can you mention Christina's daughter in front of our son? It's because of her that Mike can't return to the family."

William shook his head. "It's nothing."

He felt a bit disoriented.

This life was completely unfamiliar, yet it felt so real, as if it had actually happened.

A ringing phone woke him.

He sat up abruptly, still muttering, "Harper."

He remembered Christina mentioning that name. In the dream, Harper was their daughter. Why would he dream of that name?

Could it be that he was dreaming about what he thought about during the day because of Christina?

The phone rang again. He saw it was Christina calling. He didn't answer the first time, but she persistently called again.

He took a deep breath, answered the call, and cleared his throat. "What is it?"

When Christina heard his voice, she felt a glimmer of hope. "I need your help with something."

"You need my help?" William laughed coldly. "That's rare. What is it?"

"Walter and I are on a business trip. We offended the local tyrants, the Moore Family. One of their women has taken a liking to Walter and wants to marry him. I thought about it, and you're the only one who can help."

Christina briefly explained the situation.

"You want my help for this?" William sneered, looking at the cold night sky. "In the middle of the night, you really know how to ask for favors."