Chapter 296

"Hey, Mr. Cavendish, got any instructions for me?"

As soon as the call connected, the man on the other end spoke respectfully.

"Yeah, look into a woman named Thora. She's taking care of Harper at our place right now."

"Got it. You want the full scoop on her?"

"Exactly. I want to know everything about her, down to the last detail."

The man quickly responded, "Understood, Mr. Cavendish. We'll get on it right away. But..."

He hesitated, "Isn't Ms. White doing a good job with Miss Cavendish? Are you suspecting something..."

"I'm just being cautious," William interrupted calmly. "There's no evidence linking her to anything yet. Just do the investigation and don't ask questions."

The man on the other end broke into a cold sweat and quickly agreed, not daring to say more.

Meanwhile...

Christina dragged her exhausted body back home.

As soon as she opened the door, she was greeted by Thora's smiling face.

"Ms. White."

Christina forced a smile, trying hard not to think about Thora and William.

"Christina, what's wrong?"

Thora looked at Christina's tired face and the worry etched in her brow.

Thora felt a surge of satisfaction but maintained a concerned expression.

"You look exhausted. Is the studio work overwhelming you?"

"It's nothing," Christina shook her head and glanced towards Harper's bedroom.

"Where's Harper?"

"Harper's already asleep. She ate well, and I took her for a walk in the garden before putting her to bed."

Christina nodded and let out a small sigh of relief.

If there was one thing that could still comfort her, it was Harper's safety.

Even though the child hadn't fully regained her memory and treated her like a stranger, as long as Harper was alive, there was hope.

She just had to be patient and not rush things.

Seeing Christina sit back on the couch, Thora seized the opportunity to sit beside her, looking genuinely concerned.

"Ms. Windsor, if it's okay, can I call you Christina?"

Seeing Thora's sincere expression, Christina pushed aside her doubts and nodded.

"Of course. I thought we were already friends."

Thora smiled and took Christina's hand warmly.

"Seeing you so tired these days makes me feel uneasy."

"After all, I only need to take care of Harper at home. I feel like I'm causing you trouble."

"Honestly, I know a bit about design. If you need help, just let me know. I don't want to feel like I'm freeloading."

Christina felt a warmth in her heart and nodded.

"Thank you. The studio issues should be resolved soon. If you want to help, I'll find a suitable position for you."

Thora's smile faltered for a moment but quickly returned. She nodded.

"Great. I just want to help. After what happened at the party, I feel so guilty."

Thora looked troubled and guilty.

For some reason, Christina felt a bit irritated but shook her head.

"It's not your fault. Just take care of Harper. I won't dwell on it."

After reassuring Thora, Christina dragged her tired body to the study.

She sat at her desk, staring at the design drafts.

Suddenly, Christina's eyes widened as she remembered what had flashed through her mind earlier.

The design draft!

She had designed it herself, and it had never been released. It had always been in her study.

But now, an identical, aged-looking design had appeared online, causing a stir.

Christina couldn't believe it was a coincidence.

Someone had taken her design and posted it online to sabotage the studio.

But who could it be?

Christina couldn't figure it out. She trusted everyone at home.

Unable to make sense of it, she decided to stop thinking about it.

She had a solution, and she would find out who was behind it eventually.

As the night grew darker, Christina thought of William.

She wondered if he was still nearby, working.

Realizing she was thinking about him, Christina frowned and shook her head.

Why was she thinking about him?

They had no relationship anymore. He just needed to take care of Harper and fulfill his duties.

Pushing the thoughts away, Christina was about to go to bed when the door opened.

William was back.

Their eyes met, but before William could speak, Christina looked away and went to her bedroom.

William watched her leave, feeling dejected.

Did he blame Christina for not trusting him?

No, he didn't.

He had been a jerk before. Anyone else would have done the same.

It was his own fault.

With a bitter smile, William decided to wait for the investigation results to prove his innocence.

As for rebuilding trust, that would take time.

He had to be patient.