Chapter 127

Christina bit her lip, trying to hold back her frustration. "Walter's in trouble because of me. Please, help me. I'm begging you!"

William's voice was calm but firm. "Some things are better discussed face-to-face."

"You mean..." Christina hesitated.

"I'm here. I'll give you an address. Come find me." William's tone was flat, yet it carried an undeniable command.

She bit her lip again.

Even though she didn't want any more contact with William, she knew that if she didn't go, Walter would be left without any help.

After getting the address, she headed straight to the hotel. The grand lobby was brightly lit, and despite the cold night, she felt a slight warmth.

She took the elevator up, knocked on the door, and it opened to a dark room. William stood at the entrance, his eyes like a predator ready to pounce.

"What are you doing here?" Christina asked, though she had a pretty good idea it had something to do with her.

"Business trip, vacation," William replied nonchalantly.

Christina didn't dwell on it. "Since you're here, can you help me save Walter? He got into trouble with the local thugs, the Moore Family. I hope you can think of something."

"What do I get in return?" William propped his head on his hand, looking at her with interest.

"What do you want?" Christina asked, her eyes fixed on him.

Out of nowhere, William mentioned, "I had a dream. Tell me, was it real or not?"

Christina was taken aback by his question and laughed lightly. "A dream? Of course, it's not real. What's there to talk about?"

William bit his lip. "I dreamed about Harper."

Christina froze, her eyes filled with uncontrollable hatred.

"You have no right to mention her."

"Why do you get so worked up every time I mention her? Tell me the truth," William demanded, his eyes locked on hers.

The hatred in her eyes was so intense it was almost palpable, as if she wanted to kill him.

Christina let out a cold laugh. "The truth? You just had a dream. What truth could there be?"

William looked puzzled. "Then why do you look like you want to kill me over a dream? It's just a dream!"

"To you, it's just a dream. To me, it's a nightmare I never want to relive!" Christina shouted, on the verge of breaking down.

William was stunned. "What do you mean?"

"That was my life. From the moment Harper was born, you never loved her. After she died, you even took her heart to save your precious son, Mike. How could you be so heartless? I wish I could kill you!"

Christina felt a strange sense of relief after finally voicing the secret she had kept for so long.

William saw the deep hatred in her eyes and felt a numb pain in his heart.

He pulled out a decorative dagger, his voice choked. "If you want to kill me so badly, go ahead. See if you can do it."

At that moment, William wondered if she could really go through with it.

Christina, consumed by hatred, took the dagger and thrust it toward his heart.

The decorative dagger didn't go in deep before hitting resistance. William clutched his chest, stepping back in disbelief. "You really want me dead?"

"Yes, I want you dead," Christina's eyes were bloodshot.

She wanted to drag William to hell to apologize to Harper.

William half-knelt on the ground, a bitter smile on his lips. "In this life, I've never done such a thing. Do you think it's fair?"

"It's only because my rebirth changed everything. If things had gone the same as before, you would have killed our daughter. You're a cruel, heartless man."

Christina lunged at him with the dagger.

William pushed her away, coughing heavily. "Christina, don't you want to save Walter?"

Hearing Walter's name, she froze. She could die, but she couldn't abandon Walter.

William sensed her hesitation, got up, and walked to her side, grabbing her neck. "Then do as I say, or there will be one more person in hell."

Christina stood still.

"What do you want?"

"Come back to the States with me," William said, barely able to stand.

"If I go back with you, will you save him?" Christina bit her lip, the hatred in her eyes still deep.

William's face showed a broken smile, made more tragic by the blood. "But if you don't come back with me, I definitely won't save him."

"Is this fun for you, William?" Christina looked up at him.

William's consciousness was fading. "Even if we're entangled in hatred for a lifetime, I don't want you to leave me."

"You're a complete scoundrel," Christina said, wishing she could kill him and tear him apart.

"Then so be it." William pulled out his phone. "Bob, come to my room."

A minute after the call, Bob arrived and was shocked by the scene. "What happened? Who did this?"

William used his last bit of strength. "I need a ticket back to the States for tomorrow, and get one for Christina too. Whether she goes or not is up to her."

"I'll take you to the hospital," Bob said, supporting him.

"Do as I say," William managed to say before passing out.

"Okay, Mr. Cavendish, don't worry." Bob nodded, then glanced at Christina. The room was empty except for them, and Christina's face was full of hatred. Did she stab him?

But he couldn't worry about that now and quickly took William to the hospital.

After the doctor finished the examination and stitched the wound, he said seriously, "This is clearly an intentional injury. Should I call the police?"

William hadn't given any instructions, so Bob didn't dare make a decision.

"No need."

"Are you sure? This stab was almost fatal. If the dagger had a blood groove, it would have pierced his heart, and he wouldn't have survived," the doctor said suspiciously.

He looked at Bob as if he were a suspect, ready to call the police at any moment.