Chapter 93

The cold wind whipped around, and Christina couldn't stop shivering, sneezing one after another.

But she couldn't care less about herself right now. All her attention was glued to the horizon, hoping that William would emerge with Mia any second.

As the minutes ticked by with no sign of anyone, her anxiety grew.

Joseph's face was just as grim. He didn't even have the heart to mock her. He didn't want anything bad to happen to Mia, who had been thrown into the water, and he certainly didn't want anything to happen to William.

Just as Joseph was about to take off his shirt and dive in to see what was going on, William finally surfaced.

He took a couple of deep breaths and shouted to Joseph, "Throw the rope! She's out cold."

Joseph quickly tossed down the rope he had prepared.

William immediately looped the rope around Mia and pushed her up with all his strength.

Christina rushed over to help, and together with Joseph, they pulled Mia onto the boat.

Mia's eyes were closed, and her body was ice-cold.

"Mia? Wake up, please wake up," Christina kept shaking her, trying to rouse her.

Joseph pushed her aside, saying, "I'm a doctor. Let me handle this. I need to perform CPR."

With lives on the line, Christina stepped back immediately.

She prayed silently, over and over, for God to save Mia. What would happen to Lily if Mia didn't make it? Lily was so young, and her biological father was a jerk who didn't truly care for her. If her mother died, she might not lack money, but she would lack protection.

And what about Mia's parents? Losing a daughter in middle age would be a devastating blow that most people couldn't bear.

Joseph performed CPR on Mia. When it was time for mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, he looked at William, then at Christina. "Don't just stand there. Come over and do the mouth-to-mouth."

"Me?"

"Is there anyone else here? Don't tell me you don't know how to do it." Before Joseph could finish his sentence, Christina was already kneeling beside Mia.

She wasn't a professional doctor, but she wasn't completely ignorant either.

With Joseph's guidance, Mia finally coughed up the water she had swallowed and started breathing on her own.

But she was still very weak, unable to speak.

"I'll carry you to the cabin to rest. You're soaked through and need to warm up quickly. I'm a doctor, and you can trust me," Joseph said, lifting her in his arms.

Mia, having just come back from the brink of death, was terrified. The person who had pushed her into the water was her husband, and she couldn't trust this stranger.

Was he really a doctor, or was he another tormentor sent by Aiden?

"Ms. Mia Wilson, please rest. These two are my friends," Christina's words reassured her, and she stopped resisting.

The cabin wasn't far, just a few steps away. Joseph cranked the air conditioning to the highest setting and opened a medical kit, dropping a packet into a kettle. "Drink this once the water boils. It'll help prevent a cold."

"Thank you," Mia said, feeling a bit better in the warm air. She asked Joseph, "How much do I owe you for the emergency treatment and this hot water? Give me your account number, and I'll transfer the money right now."

"I don't want your money. It's my duty to save lives. Just don't sue me," Joseph said, half-jokingly.

Mia quickly explained, "I would never do that. You saved my life. If I sued you, that would be ungrateful."

"I was just kidding. There's hot water in the bathroom. Take a shower, and there's a robe in the closet. If you feel unwell, come find me," Joseph said before leaving.

On the deck, the night wind blew, and Christina felt colder and colder.

Suddenly, she felt warmth on her back.

William had draped his jacket over her. "Go take a shower, change clothes, and let Joseph check you out."

"What about you?" Christina asked, looking at him.

Under the light, water dripped from William's hair, running down his abs and disappearing into his pants.

She wasn't overly worried about William, but he had just saved her and Mia. She felt she should show some concern for her rescuer.

"I don't need you to worry about me. Just take care of yourself. Go shower. Do I have to beg you?" William clearly didn't want to argue.

Christina turned and walked to the cabin.

Inside, she found the cabin larger than she had expected, with more than two rooms.

She quickly showered, changed into a robe from the closet, and hung her wet clothes by the air vent to dry.

Just as she finished, there was a knock on the door.

Christina hurried to open it, finding Joseph standing there.

He looked her over, seeing that her color had returned to normal. She seemed fine.

With that settled, he could finally mock her.

He raised an eyebrow. "Ms. Windsor, what is this? Are you going to shut me out again?"

"Please come in," Christina said, stepping aside.

Joseph wasn't ready to let her off easily.

He leaned against the doorframe, not moving. "Ms. Windsor says 'please come in,' but where's the sincerity? Last time we met, you were so tough. What happened now?"

His tone was infuriating.

Christina gritted her teeth, deciding to let it go since Joseph had saved her today. "If you don't want to come in, I'll close the door."

"I'm the only doctor on this boat, and we won't be docking anytime soon. If you send me away now, you'll be begging me later," Joseph said, holding the door to keep it open.

He had come to vent his frustration. If he left now, he'd be letting Christina off too easily.

Besides, William had asked him to check on Christina, and he had agreed. He had to keep his promise.

Christina was both angry and helpless. "What do you want? I'm not going to beg you to come in."