Chapter 244

Jennifer's face, half-covered in gauze, was a mix of fear and innocence. "What are you talking about? I don't get it!"

"Cut the act! You were the one who lured me to the South Star Scrap Factory, right? You know so much about Harper's kidnapping; you must be involved. Spill the truth, or I'll kill you, even if it means dying with you."

Christina was so agitated she looked ready to charge forward.

William held her back. "Christina, calm down."

"Calm down? How can I calm down?" Christina's eyes were red with anger as she glared at him. "You never cared about Harper. I should never have trusted you. Let me go, let me go!"

She was using so much strength that her breathing became more and more labored, almost to the point of suffocation.

William grew increasingly worried.

"Christina, let me take you to get some help. You can't get worked up right now. We can talk about everything else later, okay?"

Christina shoved him away. "Stop pretending to be the good guy. You're always taking her side. I was wrong about you, William. I don't need you to find Harper. I'll do it myself!"

With that, she stumbled toward the door, supporting herself against the wall.

William immediately chased after her and scooped her up.

"Now is not the time to be stubborn. I'm taking you back to the hospital."

Christina pounded on his chest, struggling to break free, but his arms were like iron clamps, holding her tightly with no room for escape.

Silent tears streamed down her face.

She had thought that William's affection for Harper and their good relationship would bring them closer, that Harper would finally have the father he always dreamed of.

But she was wrong.

She should never have placed her hopes on William!

He was a complete monster. In their past life, he had ignored Harper's well-being for Jennifer's child. How could he change so easily in this life?

Overwhelmed by sadness, the string in her heart snapped, and she fainted.

William rushed her back to the hospital at top speed.

The doctors, already aware of the situation, quickly wheeled her into the emergency room for treatment. William sat outside, his mind in turmoil.

He hadn't kept Jennifer around out of any lingering sympathy.

He wanted to find Harper, and Jennifer was the only lead. He knew her well enough to believe that handing her over to the police wouldn't be as effective as investigating her himself.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

After a while, the emergency room door opened, and the doctor came out, removing his mask and nodding slightly. "The patient is fine, just a bit emotionally distressed."

William let out a quiet sigh of relief.

"Please take good care of her."

"Of course," the doctor and nurses replied before hurrying away.

Before leaving, William called Bob.

"Send a few people to the hospital. I have something to take care of. Don't let Christina leave until I get back, and have some skilled people on standby."

Bob responded immediately, "Got it, Mr. Cavendish!"

William left the hospital and headed straight to Jennifer's room.

She sat on the bed, staring sadly out the window. The sky was already dark, and only a few reflections of light were visible outside.

Hearing footsteps behind her, Jennifer turned around.

"I thought you weren't coming back today."

William looked at her coldly. "Enough with the games. Tell me, where is Harper?"

Jennifer's face showed a flicker of shock.

"What do you mean? You don't believe me either?"

William said nothing, just stared at her with icy eyes.

Jennifer gave a bitter smile. "I didn't do anything. I can't believe you think I would hurt someone. How could I?"

"Then why were you at the South Star Scrap Factory? Don't tell me you were looking for inspiration for your designs." William's eyes bore into hers.

Jennifer swallowed nervously under his gaze but quickly calmed down, wiping away her tears as she cried. "I was tricked into going there. If I had known, I wouldn't have gone. My face, my face is ruined."

She cried loudly, genuinely distressed.

This time, she wasn't acting. She truly felt regret.

She had once been proud of her face, but when the doctor told her it could never be restored, she wished she could die.

But she couldn't bear to leave William, the man she loved deeply. She hoped he would marry her out of pity.

But William wasn't someone who could be easily threatened.

William leaned on the bed, staring into her tear-filled eyes, and sneered. "Do you know why I didn't hand you over to the police?"

"I wouldn't be afraid even if you did!" Jennifer retorted stubbornly. "I was tricked into going there. I have proof. It's Christina who should be held responsible for my disfigurement."

She pulled out her phone and opened her messages.

Sure enough, there was a message inviting her to the South Star Scrap Factory before the incident.

She had thought that if she were caught, she could use this message to clear her name. She hadn't expected to use it in front of William.

William knocked the phone out of her hand.

"I knew you'd be prepared. I didn't hand you over to the police because I want to deal with you myself. The police follow the law, but I have my own methods. You can try me."

Hearing this, Jennifer's heart sank.

But she wouldn't give up easily, looking at him with tearful eyes.

"I don't know anything about what you're saying. Why do you think I would do such a thing? Did Christina tell you? She's framing me!"

William watched her performance calmly.

"Jennifer, I tolerated you because you once saved me. But this is different. Children are my bottom line. Your disfigurement is just the beginning. If you keep resisting, it won't just be you; your family will be next."