Chapter 129

"Let go of me," Christina's voice was cold, completely devoid of warmth. "Or I'll kill you."

"Would you really kill me?" William chuckled softly, his eyes locked on hers.

Christina gave a faint smile. "Why don't you try me? If you want to see Harper, we can go to hell together. I'm not bringing her back into this world. She was born to suffer, and I won't let that happen again."

"You want to see Harper, don't you? You've dreamed of her, and so have I. She's such a sweet girl. I want to see our daughter," William said, struggling to hold back his pain.

Christina extended her hand, a calm smile on her face. "Aren't you just pathetic? We could have had a happy family, a lovely, obedient daughter. But you didn't want that. Fine, this life, you don't want it, so be it. But why go back to a life you didn't want before?"

William looked at her with deep affection. "I regret it, Christina. We can start over. We can bring Harper back."

"Start over?" Christina laughed mockingly.

"What right do you have to say that? I was the one who watched her suffer, die, and be cremated. I bore all that pain alone. Do you know how hard it was for me to cremate her? Do you know how much it hurt to take birth control pills to prevent bringing her into this world? You know nothing! How can you say such cold words so easily?"

William sighed deeply. It was too late. Why had he done such terrible things?

After much thought, he realized it was because he had deeply misunderstood Christina.

"Can you give me another chance?"

"No, William. In this life, I only hate you. I live with that hatred. I wish you were dead!" Christina pressed hard on his wound.

Blood gushed out.

William fell onto the bed in pain, holding her tightly.

"Christina..."

He whispered her name, but who knew what he was thinking? Was he regretting what had happened in that dream?

Christina stared wide-eyed, saying nothing.

The night passed like that.

Every moment she stayed there felt suffocating. The next day, when Christina tried to leave, she found two bodyguards at the door, blocking her way.

"Ms. Windsor, Mr. Cavendish has ordered that you cannot leave the house without his permission."

Christina sneered. "What is this? Illegal detention?"

"We're just following orders, Ms. Windsor. Please go back and don't make things difficult for us," one of the bodyguards said calmly.

"What if I insist on leaving?" Christina asked coldly.

The two burly bodyguards stood like immovable doors.

Christina had no way to get past them, so she turned back. She wanted to call for help but found her phone was missing. William had taken it the night before.

She went upstairs to the master bedroom to confront William. "What are you trying to do? Are you going to imprison me here for life? Don't make me hate you more!"

William looked up calmly, a bitter smile on his lips.

"You already want to kill me and have the guts to do it. Would hating me more make any difference?"

Since this was a given fact, he might as well take things to the extreme.

Christina took a deep breath. "What do you want? Are you going to imprison me here for life?"

"Of course not. Just until you give birth to our daughter..."

Christina let out a derisive laugh. "Don't kid yourself. I will never have another child with you. If Walter isn't safely back within a week, we'll go to hell together."

With that, she turned and left the bedroom.

William watched her retreating figure, a bitter smile on his lips, and couldn't help but cough violently.

In the afternoon, the cook came in. "Mr. Cavendish, Ms. Windsor has locked herself in her room. We brought her food, but she hasn't touched it."

Was she trying to starve herself?

"I'll go check on her." William got up and went to the adjacent room.

Christina lay on the bed, a coat draped over her, still drawing with a pencil.

She wanted to die, but she also wanted to fulfill her commitments and not cause trouble for anyone.

"Are you trying to starve yourself to force me?" William sat beside her. "If you die and I don't, won't that make you, who wants me dead, even more upset?"

"You have power and influence. What can I do to you? I'm counting on you to save someone. I'll drink water for a few days. After three days, I'll stop drinking and eating. If there's no news of Walter's safety in seven days, let me starve to death." Christina continued drawing calmly.

William snatched her sketchpad. "Do you think you can threaten me like this?"

"I never thought my insignificant life could threaten you. I can't decide how I live, but I can decide how I die. William, if there's another life, I'll kill you myself and end everything before it starts." Christina looked up, her pale face showing a smile.

He suddenly leaned forward, pinning her to the bed.

"Do you still have the strength to resist me without eating?"

"Do whatever you want. My soul is already gone. What's left is just a shell. Do as you please!" Christina closed her eyes.

William's passionate kisses fell on her lips. She didn't resist, just closed her eyes like a dying butterfly, its wings broken, devoid of its former brilliance.

"Christina, I really want Harper back."

William said sincerely, undressing her, his kisses falling like raindrops.

Christina kept her eyes closed, like a puppet, unmoving.

"Harper is gone. She won't come back. She was our first child. Even if we have more children, they won't be Harper. William, I won't have your child. Stop dreaming!"

William continued kissing her, his fingers tightly interlocked with hers. That night, he made love to her many times, but Christina remained silent, her eyes as lifeless as a still pond, showing no emotion.