Chapter 175

The moment Missy saw the photo, it felt like she had plunged into an ice-cold abyss, her heart freezing over.

Jennifer didn't say a word, but Missy knew exactly what she wanted.

Jennifer wanted Missy to take the fall for everything.

Otherwise, Jennifer would go after Missy's grandfather. He was her biological grandfather, already eighty years old. If he got hurt because of her, how could she live with herself?

She couldn't be that unfilial.

Missy had no choice but to comply.

What she didn't expect was Jennifer's ruthlessness, cutting ties with her completely.

And with William's thorough investigation, all her past misdeeds quickly came to light.

"Why did you drug Christina?" William asked, holding the evidence, his anger palpable.

He also doubted that Missy could have done all this alone.

"Who are your accomplices?"

Missy wanted so badly to expose Jennifer.

All of this was Jennifer's idea; she was forced into it. But she couldn't.

For her grandfather's sake, Missy had to swallow her grievances. "No accomplices. I just couldn't stand Christina. She made my life miserable!"

"You'll spend the rest of your life in prison," William said, calling the company's legal team.

The Cavendish family had the best lawyers, and even William's friends were top-notch attorneys.

Missy couldn't afford a lawyer and had to apply for legal aid. Given the circumstances, she was sentenced to prison.

William even had Bob pull some strings to ensure Missy got what she deserved.

After handling everything, William rushed back to Christina.

Before he could say anything, Christina received a call from Elisa.

Elisa's voice was hoarse, "Christina, can you come to the hospital?"

Christina's expression turned tense. "Mom, is something wrong?"

She tensed up like a startled bird, her body rigid, brows furrowed.

"Christina, I just really want to see you," Elisa's voice choked up.

Since her illness, Elisa's emotions had been unstable, often sinking into deep lows, and during those times, she especially wanted to see her daughter.

"Mom, take care of yourself. I'm coming right now."

Christina couldn't wait a moment longer. She threw on a coat and changed into comfortable shoes.

William quickly moved to support her back, his concern almost tangible. "It's so late, and you still want to go out?"

He spoke cautiously, his eyes never leaving her, worried something might harm her.

"To the hospital. Mom wants to see me."

For some reason, saying this made her eyes well up.

Christina fought back the urge to cry, speaking calmly, "I'll be back soon. You should rest."

"No way."

William refused without hesitation.

"You're pregnant. It's not safe for you to go alone."

William's tone was serious, as if facing the most important matter in the world.

Christina paused while grabbing her keys.

If she remembered correctly, she had just found out she was pregnant.

She looked down at her still-flat stomach. If she wore loose clothes, no one would even know.

"William! My belly isn't even big yet. Stop exaggerating."

Christina playfully punched William's chest, but he caught her hand before it landed.

Feeling his warm hand, she quickly pulled back.

William raised an eyebrow, his deep voice resonating, "I'll go with you."

His tone left no room for doubt.

"Suit yourself."

With that, Christina stormed out.

William followed closely, his eyes on her, even watching for any obstacles on the ground.

"Wait here. Don't move or talk to strangers."

William nagged.

Christina frowned impatiently, "If you don't get the car, I'll call a cab."

Hearing this, William had no choice but to get the car.

He parked by the curb and opened the passenger door for her.

Christina remained silent.

She wasn't used to this overly cautious William, feeling like he was hiding something.

On the way, William drove slowly, mindful of the pregnant Christina, even getting honked at by other cars.

Christina had to remind him, "I'm just newly pregnant. No need to be so careful. Let's get to the hospital."

Her heart would only settle once she saw her mom.

Since Christina said so, William sped up a bit but kept an eye on her for any discomfort.

At the hospital.

Christina carried a bouquet of lilies, William beside her with milk in one hand and fruit in the other.

They entered the hospital room together.

Elisa had an IV in her arm, looking much thinner, her hospital gown hanging loosely.

Christina held back tears, placing the flowers on the bedside table. "Mom, the disinfectant smell is too strong here. These flowers will make you feel better."

"You're such a good child."

Elisa's lips were dry and cracked, but she forced a smile. "I'm happy just to see you."

Even saying this, she was out of breath.

Christina gripped her hand tightly. "Mom, the best doctors are here. You just need to hold on. There's hope."

She was reassuring both Elisa and herself.

Elisa's eyes had lost their sparkle, now dull and hazy, as if covered by a mist. She gently placed her other hand on Christina's, "Christina, I won't give up. For you, I'll hold on till the last moment."

She could feel her body deteriorating but didn't want to worry Christina, so she pushed through.

"William, come here."

Elisa gestured for William to sit next to Christina.

William complied.

Elisa took William's hand and placed it on Christina's. "William, I know you're a good man. If the day comes when I pass, you must take care of Christina. She's always been strong, keeping her pain inside. I'm really afraid..."