Chapter 207

"What did you do to Walter? He's my friend, we've known each other forever, and he's helped me so much. If you hurt him, I'm outta here for good!"

Rhea tried to mimic Christina's tone, her voice full of threats.

William struggled to suppress the urge to strangle her. "Are you trying to negotiate with me?"

"Don't forget, you're my husband!"

"You tricked me into marrying you when I had amnesia. We were over a long time ago. No, we never even started!" Rhea glared at him, her eyes a mix of worry, anger, and guilt, but no hatred.

Christina wasn't like this. She hated him.

Since she was an imposter, there was no need for him to be polite.

William called the housekeeper over. "Keep an eye on her. From now on, she's not allowed to leave the house or see anyone. She'll stay home and behave."

"You're imprisoning me?" Rhea was both shocked and anxious.

She never expected that while she was imprisoning Christina, someone would imprison her too. And that someone was William, someone she couldn't defy.

If she was really confined at home and her contact restricted, she wouldn't be able to help Walter or find out Christina's situation. If the real Christina came back, she'd be caught red-handed as an imposter.

She glanced at the fruit knife on the table, quickly grabbed it, and held it to her own neck.

"Mrs. Cavendish, what are you doing?" The housekeeper was terrified and rushed over to stop her, trying to take the knife away. "We can talk this out, don't do this."

"I have nothing to say to him. I'm a grown woman, and you want me to stay home every day? William, are you crazy? No wonder no one loves you!" Rhea was furious.

"Mrs. Cavendish, please calm down," the housekeeper tried to soothe her and then turned to William. "Mr. Cavendish, she's just upset and speaking out of anger. Don't take it to heart."

William's response was cold. "Who pays your salary?"

The housekeeper fell silent immediately.

William's salary was far above the industry average, and the year-end bonus was the highest. She had worked there for three years and had already bought a house for her son. Now she was saving for her daughter's house. If she got fired, where would she find another job with such high pay?

"William, you're not only making things difficult for me but also for the housekeeper. Why did I ever meet you?" Rhea wanted to say more, but the housekeeper covered her mouth.

"Mrs. Cavendish, let's go back to the bedroom and rest."

Rhea didn't want to go back. She didn't know Walter's situation, and William hadn't told her anything since he returned, only that she was to be confined.

If she went back to the bedroom, it would be like admitting defeat. She didn't want that.

But the housekeeper's grip was strong, and she was forcibly taken to the bedroom. "Mrs. Cavendish, rest for a while. I'll make something delicious and bring it up."

"I won't eat it. I'd rather starve to death!"

The housekeeper relayed this to William.

"Mr. Cavendish, I can cook anything she likes, but I can't force her to eat."

"Let her starve if she wants. Just make sure she doesn't leave and report her every move to me." William didn't care if the imposter starved.

He turned and left.

The crucial information had already been given to Walter. Now it was up to him to act.

The housekeeper sighed, watching him leave. William clearly cared about Christina, but they were both too angry to be rational. If Christina got hurt, William would be the one to feel the pain.

She made Christina's favorite dessert and brought it upstairs, knocking on the bedroom door. "Mrs. Cavendish, I brought you something to eat."

"I don't want it. Take it away."

The housekeeper hesitated but opened the door and placed the dessert on the table. "Mrs. Cavendish, you're pregnant. Even if not for yourself, you need to eat for the baby. Couples fight, but you can't joke about your health. Isn't that right?"

The words hit Rhea like a thunderbolt.

Pregnant?

Christina was pregnant!

Now she was Christina, but her stomach was flat. How could she produce a baby?

The housekeeper mistook her silence for anger. "Mrs. Cavendish, I shouldn't say much, but as a mother, I know pregnancy. You're so thin, and if you don't eat, your check-up results will be bad."

Right, pregnancy required check-ups. Whether at a hospital or with a family doctor, she'd be exposed.

Rhea broke into a cold sweat.

She needed to get rid of the housekeeper and discuss this with Walter. "I understand. Leave the food on the table. I'll eat it later."

"Okay, Mrs. Cavendish. The dessert is best eaten warm." The housekeeper left.

At the door, Rhea glanced at the table. "Why is it crème brûlée?"

She had no interest in sweet, creamy desserts. They tasted like egg custard, unappetizing.

The housekeeper paused, confused. "I thought it was your favorite. Has your taste changed? I can make something else."

"No, this is fine." Rhea quickly corrected herself.

She took a bite of the crème brûlée, forcing it down.

Once the housekeeper's footsteps faded, Rhea locked the bedroom door and called Walter.

He answered immediately.

"Is William giving you trouble?" Walter asked, concerned.

Rhea's anxiety turned to joy. "Walter, you're worried about me, aren't you?"