Chapter 139

Jennifer wasn't having any of it.

She snapped, "You really think I'm not as good as Christina?"

"That's not what I meant," Sophia replied. In her eyes, her daughter was the best, and Christina couldn't hold a candle to Jennifer.

But what she thought didn't matter. What mattered was what William thought.

William had made it clear that he liked Christina and wanted to be with her. He had even gone to the trouble of getting Nicholas's approval.

"William's made his feelings very clear. He's set on Christina. If you keep wasting your time on him, you're only going to get hurt. I care about you, Jennifer. You're my only daughter," Sophia pleaded earnestly.

But it was no use. Jennifer wasn't listening.

"I want to be with him. I've made up my mind. You keep telling me to find someone else, but who? Can you find me another guy with the same qualities?" Jennifer challenged.

Sophia was at a loss for words.

Who could compare to William, the future heir of the Cavendish family? There wasn't an unmarried man out there who could match him.

Even if someone had a comparable background, they couldn't match his looks or age.

"Yes, he's got the best qualities, but he doesn't like you. If he did, we'd support you no matter what. Your dad and I just want you to be happy. But right now, it's all one-sided. He has no interest in you at all!"

Sophia knew her words were harsh.

But she had no choice. She couldn't let Jennifer continue down this path. It would only lead to heartbreak.

Jennifer's eyes reddened. "I'm not any less than Christina. And they're not married yet. Even if they do get married, they can still get divorced. Why are you so quick to give up on my feelings?"

Sophia didn't know what to say.

Why was her daughter so stubborn?

Jennifer was resolute. "Besides, William and I know each other. He wasn't bad to me before. I've made up my mind about him. Nothing you say will change that."

"You're going to be the death of me!" Sophia exclaimed, storming off.

Watching her mother leave, Jennifer's resolve only grew stronger.

Even if Sophia didn't support her now, once she married William, everything would fall into place.

At the Cavendish Mansion.

William helped Christina dry her hair, and then they fell asleep in each other's arms.

They both slept well that night.

But downstairs, Walter tossed and turned.

It felt like a thousand ants were crawling inside him, a mix of restlessness and pain.

He tried to clear his mind, but Christina's image kept popping up.

He had planned to take Christina away from here.

Even if it was difficult, the end result would be worth it.

But then, at the crucial moment, Christina lost her memory, giving William the perfect opportunity.

Every time he thought about it, Walter was filled with anger and frustration. How could it be so coincidental?

They both had car accidents, and everyone blamed Christina, saying she brought bad luck to William.

But Walter didn't see it that way.

He thought it might be the other way around. Maybe William brought bad luck to Christina. If he hadn't been so persistent, she would have left, and none of this would have happened.

Walter blamed William and himself. If he were the Cavendish heir, William wouldn't even be in the picture.

He barely slept that night, and at breakfast, he had dark circles under his eyes.

"Walter, what happened to you?" Gabrielle asked, worried about her son. "You used to have trouble sleeping in new places, but you got over that."

"There was a mosquito in my room last night, so I couldn't sleep," Walter lied.

He couldn't tell Gabrielle he was worried about Christina. That would cause a huge scene.

"How can there be mosquitoes this time of year?" Gabrielle was skeptical.

"It must have been in the house already. The temperature inside is higher, and mosquitoes are getting tougher," Walter explained.

Gabrielle thought about it and agreed. Everything was evolving, including mosquitoes.

"Eat your breakfast. Afterward, I'll check your room and get rid of that mosquito. Then you can take a nap this afternoon."

Just then, William and Christina came downstairs.

Nicholas emerged from his study.

Seeing their rosy faces, Nicholas felt relieved.

As long as they were happy and didn't cause any more trouble, the past didn't matter.

William had sacrificed a lot for the Cavendish family. He had to learn many things from a young age. If he had to compromise in love too, it would be too much.

"Nicholas, I'm sorry we're late. We overslept," William said.

Everyone knew William was always punctual. It was likely Christina who had slept in, and William was taking the blame to protect her.

"We're at home, not out somewhere. It doesn't matter if you're a bit late. Sit down and eat," Nicholas said, letting it slide.

During breakfast, William was attentive to Christina, getting her bread and peeling her eggs.

Christina had no memory of him, but his actions showed he was very caring.

No wonder her parents wanted them to marry soon. He seemed like a great husband.

Walter couldn't openly stare at them, so he watched them out of the corner of his eye while drinking his soup. Seeing Christina's happiness was like a knife to his heart.

It wasn't Christina's fault. She had lost her memory. But William hadn't.

He knew how much Christina had hated him, wishing he would disappear forever.

But he was deceiving her now. It was despicable.