Chapter 165
"Hey Christina, you feeling any better?" William asked, hesitating at the door.
He couldn't shake the worry gnawing at him.
Even though she wasn't exactly warm towards him, he stayed. He moved closer to her bed. "I talked to the doctor earlier. You didn't take much of the meds, and since you got help fast, it won't have any lasting effects."
"Okay," Christina replied, her tone icy.
She grabbed the cup from the nightstand and said, "You've said your piece. Can you leave now?"
She really didn't want him around, not even for a second, and definitely didn't want to share the same space with him.
She wished William would get the hint.
In their past life, he had despised her, never showing her any kindness, wishing she would vanish from his life forever.
Now that she had managed that in this life, why was he hanging around? Was he out of his mind?
"I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying here with you." William hadn't even finished his sentence when Christina hurled the cup of water at him.
William reacted quickly, stepping back just in time to dodge the cup.
The cup shattered on the floor, sending shards and hot water everywhere, most of it splashing onto him. He had never been in such a sorry state before!
Christina still wasn't satisfied.
A little burn from hot water was nothing compared to the pain she had endured before. It was insignificant.
"Christina, are you calm now?" William asked, looking at the wet patch on his suit jacket.
This was the first time anyone had dared to throw something at him, and the culprit was acting like it was no big deal.
And there was nothing he could do about Christina right now.
Christina didn't think she had done anything wrong. She even picked up the kettle. "If you don't want me to throw this next, you'd better leave."
William, afraid she might burn herself, grabbed her wrist and forcibly took the kettle from her, placing it back on the table.
He hadn't even done anything yet, and Christina was already fiercely resisting.
"I'm not trying to hurt you. Can you calm down?" William didn't know what to say to her. "Even if you're mad at me, you shouldn't hurt yourself."
She still had an IV in her other hand. If she kept struggling like this, the needle might break off in her hand.
Christina didn't care about any of that.
Even if she died in this hospital room today, she would never listen to William.
Just then, a nurse burst in, exclaiming, "What are you two doing?"
She hurried to Christina's bedside, calming her down while scolding William, "How can you argue with a pregnant woman and be so rough? She's still on an IV, and the blood is already backing up into the tube. If I had come any later, she might have lost the use of this hand!"
"Please get him out of here. I don't want to see him," Christina told the nurse.
"Alright, I'll be back to redo your IV in a moment."
The nurse stood up and walked over to William, her tone firm. "Sir, you need to leave. You're disrupting the patient's treatment."
She didn't care what the relationship was between William and the patient. All she knew was that his presence was causing a significant emotional disturbance.
"A pregnant woman's emotions are already unstable, especially in the early stages. If she gets too upset, it could jeopardize the pregnancy. If you don't care about her, at least care about the baby."
This convinced William.
He really wanted this baby, whether it was a boy or a girl, whether it was Harper or not.
For Christina's sake, he left the room.
Hearing the door close, Christina finally relaxed, no longer as tense as before.
"Ms. Windsor, doesn't your hand hurt?" The nurse winced at the sight of Christina's bruised and bloody hand.
It must have been incredibly painful for her.
Christina shook her head.
It did hurt, but as long as it got William to leave, it was worth it.
At least she didn't have to see his face or hear his disgusting words.
"You're pregnant now, so you should try to control your emotions. Getting too upset isn't good for the baby. Pregnancy hormones already affect your mood. How about I schedule a session with a therapist for you?" the nurse suggested.
"Thanks, but that's not necessary. I'm about to be discharged," Christina declined.
In her current state, no therapist could help her.
As long as William kept showing up, the memories of the past would make her seethe with anger.
"Just try to manage your emotions. Give me your other hand, and I'll redo the IV. It'll take about two more hours," the nurse said gently, trying not to hurt her.
For the next two hours, no one disturbed Christina. She lay quietly in her hospital bed.
When the IV was done, she wanted to check out, but was told she couldn't.
"Ms. Windsor, Mr. Cavendish has already paid for three days. Please stay and let us know if you need anything," the staff member said apologetically.
Christina wasn't having it. "If he's paid, then refund him. I'm not a minor. I have the right to check out, don't I?"
"Ms. Windsor, you're pregnant, and he's the father. Your mother also wants you to stay for a few more days for your safety," the staff explained.
Christina felt a wave of helplessness.
She didn't know whether to blame William, her mother, or the world.
Even if she forced her way out, William would find another way to bother her. She might as well stay.
Staying in the hospital didn't mean she had to stay in the room. She could still go out, and the nurses could help keep William away.
"Fine, I'll stay for three days," Christina said, turning to leave.
"Thank you for understanding, Ms. Windsor," the staff member said gratefully.
If Christina had insisted on leaving, it would have been a real problem.
Back in her room, Christina had just sat down when her phone rang. Who could be calling at this hour?