Chapter 128

At that moment, William, who had just been wheeled out of the hospital room, spoke up calmly, "No need. The dagger was just a decorative piece from the hotel. I tripped and it happened to stab me."

"Really? That was quite careless. You're lucky it wasn't worse," the doctor replied. Seeing that William was downplaying the incident, the doctor didn't press further. He simply reminded William to keep the wound dry and then quickly left.

Bob immediately stepped forward, shooing away the medical staff and taking over the wheelchair. "Whoever tried to kill Mr. Cavendish, you're not calling the police because you want to handle it yourself, right?"

"This matter is not up for discussion," William waved his hand dismissively.

Bob fell silent.

William asked, "Did you book the tickets?"

Bob, still worried, replied, "I did, but are you sure you want to travel such a long distance with your injury? Maybe we should..."

"Go home. Send the flight details to Christina," William's tone was resolute.

Bob knew that once William made a decision, it was nearly impossible to change his mind. So, he sent the flight information to Christina without further questioning.

The next day, as they boarded the plane, Christina showed up as expected.

The first thing she said upon seeing him was, "How do you plan to save Walter?"

"Don't mention that name in front of me, or I won't help him," William said weakly.

"I've already agreed to come back with you. We're on the plane now, and you still won't keep your promise?" Christina snapped, clearly irritated.

Bob, unable to stand it any longer, interjected, "Ms. Windsor, Mr. Cavendish's injury is severe. The dagger almost reached his heart. If it had gone any deeper, he could have died. You should..."

"What does that have to do with me?" Christina replied coldly.

William felt a chill in his heart, as if it had stopped beating altogether.

"Enough, stop talking!" William closed his eyes, signaling the end of the conversation.

Bob swallowed his words and fell silent.

Seven hours later, as the plane landed, Christina reminded him again, "You better keep your promise."

"If you don't trust me, you might as well stay by my side," William said with a faint smile. "Keep an eye on me."

"I'm not interested," Christina turned to leave.

William's eyes narrowed as he coldly threatened, "I'm not asking for your opinion. You have to come with me."

Having no other choice, Christina closed her eyes and nodded, resigned. "Fine."

She followed William back to the villa.

This place had once been their home. Or rather, it had been her home with Harper. After their marriage, William had given the villa to her and rarely came back.

Seeing the familiar surroundings, she felt a pang of nostalgia.

Thankfully, all traces of their past memories had been erased, allowing her to move freely without being overwhelmed by the past.

"From now on, you'll stay here," William said.

"What exactly do you want?" Christina stared into his eyes.

"Nothing. Just stay here," William replied before heading upstairs.

Christina was more confused than ever. What did he want? Wasn't a lifetime of torment enough? Did he want to continue torturing her in this life too?

She felt like a bird trapped in a cage, unable to escape his grasp.

But since he had promised to save Walter, she decided to wait until he fulfilled that promise before dealing with anything else.

Maybe it was the familiarity of the place, but she didn't sleep well that night. She kept dreaming of Harper, who stood at a distance, smiling at her.

"Mom."

"Harper!" she cried out in joy, rushing forward to hug the little girl.

But she stumbled and fell, and when she looked up, Harper was gone.

"Harper, are you mad at me for not keeping you? I miss you so much. Please don't hide from me."

Harper suddenly appeared behind her. "Mom, I'm not mad at you. Please stop thinking about me. I can't be happy in heaven if you keep this up."

"How can I not think about you? You're my only daughter. We've been through so much together. How can I just forget you?" Christina pleaded over and over.

"Harper, please come back. Come back to me."

Harper shook her head from a distance. "Mom, I have to go. Take care of yourself."

"No, Harper," Christina cried out, waking up in tears.

The dream felt so real, like reliving the past. In this world, it was just her and Harper, forever relying on each other.

Her tears flowed uncontrollably, like a broken dam.

Suddenly, the light turned on, exposing her vulnerability.

She looked up, dazed, and saw William standing at the door. She quickly masked her weakness with a tough demeanor. "What do you want?"

She remembered locking the door, but this was his place. It wasn't surprising he had a key. But why had he snuck into her room in the middle of the night?

"I heard you talking in your sleep," William said, stepping closer.

"So what?" Christina sneered, glaring at him with hatred. "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't miss her so much!"

William looked at her calmly. "I'm starting to believe you."

"I have no reason to lie to you, William. I hate you. How can you live with yourself?" Christina spat out each word with venom.

"If I die, Harper will never come back. If you miss her so much, we can bring her back," William said calmly.

"What do you mean? What are you planning?" Christina demanded, clenching her teeth.

William stepped closer. "Let's have a child."

"You're insane! Harper won't come back. What's the point of having a child without a father's love?" Christina was shocked. She couldn't believe he wanted to repeat the same tragedy.

"I failed you in the past. I won't fail you again. When Harper comes back, we'll be a family," William said, moving closer.

"You're delusional!" Christina pushed him away, accidentally pressing on his wound. He winced in pain.

Christina didn't hold back, pressing harder on his wound.

He gasped in pain.