Chapter 164

"Christina!" William was at a loss for words. "I'm not as bad as you think. You know the way. I'm driving you to the hospital because you need treatment."

"I told you to stop the car. I'll call a cab myself. I've got my memory back and I know who I am now," Christina insisted, standing her ground.

They were at a stalemate.

William's heart ached. "If you hate me so much, why did you come with me earlier?"

"In that situation, if I didn't go with you, wouldn't I have been in danger? But now, the biggest danger to me is you," Christina said bluntly.

She had indeed used William just now.

But so what?

Hadn't he taken advantage of her amnesia to satisfy his own desires?

If he could deceive her like a fool, then it was only fair for her to use him once. "Don't make me say it a third time. Stop the car."

Instead of stopping, William locked the car doors. "Even if you say it three hundred times, I'm not stopping. We're going to the hospital first."

He would rather have Christina hate him, curse him, even call him despicable. He could accept that.

The most important thing now was to get her to a doctor and ensure she was healthy.

Christina grew angrier at his attitude.

Why did he always have to be the one in control?

"Don't even think about grabbing the steering wheel. There are so many cars on the road; we could crash at any moment. I know you wish I were dead, but you're carrying a child now. Her name is Harper. You have to think about the baby," William said, knowing what she cared about most.

He had no other leverage over Christina except Harper.

"Don't worry, I value my life," Christina said, though she had considered jumping out of the car.

But that was just a fleeting thought.

She wasn't stupid. She had been given a second chance and was determined to live well. She wouldn't give up her life easily.

Besides, she had Harper.

As William said, even for the sake of the child, she had to live and be strong.

"Besides, if we're in the same car, we'll die together. I can accept many ways of dying, but not with you. I'd rather go to hell."

"I'd be happy to die on the same day, month, and year as you. After all, we're married," William said sincerely.

He could never forget how Christina looked in her wedding dress.

That feeling of love at first sight was indescribable.

He truly wanted to be her husband. Now that they had a child, they could live happily as a family.

"Go die far away from me. Don't come near," Christina said, feeling a wave of disgust.

How was he any different from that old man earlier?

He was just younger and more handsome, but essentially the same.

"You think it's great, huh? I was like a fool, knowing nothing, played by you. You got a wife and a kid, and in society's eyes, you're all set. But what about me? Did you ever think about what I wanted?"

She hated William. She'd give up a lot just to get away from him.

She had made that clear.

But William, driven by his selfish desires, had deceived her, including her family. Everyone had lied to her.

Except Walter.

But in her condition, Walter had no chance to tell her the truth and could only watch her be deceived.

Thinking about it made Christina furious.

"Let's get you to the doctor first. You can settle the score with me afterward," William said, falling silent.

He drove quietly.

Christina kept the window open, letting the wind blow on her face, pinching her leg to stay awake.

If she closed her eyes, the heat would return. She didn't want to become a slave to drugs and desire.

Finally, the car stopped outside the hospital.

Christina pushed the door open and got out, almost falling as her feet hit the ground.

William caught her and lifted her into his arms.

"Put me down!" Christina struggled immediately.

She didn't want him holding her.

William, strong and determined, didn't let her go. Her struggles were like a tickle to him.

He carried her to the emergency room. "My wife might have taken something she shouldn't have. She's pregnant, and I'm worried about the effects on her and the baby."

"Right away, sir. I'll get the doctor," the nurse said, taking it seriously.

Soon, the doctor rushed over and took Christina into the examination room.

William waited anxiously.

He had only one thought: to ensure Christina and Harper were safe.

They were both crucial to him. Nothing could happen to them.

Finally, the doctor came out. "Are you the patient's husband?"

William nodded.

"Your wife was drugged. This drug isn't available on the market, but the dose was small, so it won't harm her. But you need to be careful. Don't let her eat anything suspicious, especially when dining out," the doctor advised.

He had seen many similar cases in the emergency room.

Some patients had taken large doses, causing irreversible damage even after treatment.

Such effects could last a lifetime and must be taken seriously.

"I understand," William said, feeling a wave of relief.

Luckily, Christina was okay. Otherwise, he could never forgive himself.

"What about the baby, doctor?"

"The baby is fine. I also did a prenatal checkup. Everything is good. Because of the pregnancy, some medications can't be used, so the treatment will be slower."

William finally relaxed.

After thanking the doctor, he went to see Christina. Hearing the door open, she looked up and immediately turned away when she saw him.

"I have nothing to say to you. Just leave."