Chapter 130

The morning sun rose gently.

William rubbed his chin against Christina's head, planting a soft kiss on her forehead.

After a night of stiffness, Christina finally showed some reaction, turning her face away in disdain.

His warm body pressed tightly against Christina, and he whispered in her ear, "Christina, what do I have to do for you to stop hating me? Should I marry you?"

Christina remained unmoved.

Marriage was just another shackle. Such a shackle couldn't bind William; he still yearned for freedom outside. This shackle could only bind her.

She said nothing.

William suddenly pressed down on her.

"Are you just going to stay silent like this?"

Christina continued to stare at the ceiling, as if her soul had been extracted, leaving only a shell. He suddenly understood the meaning behind her words. She was just a shell; he could have it, but he would never get Christina's heart.

"Once you have a child, everything will be better."

William said this as if trying to deceive himself.

A whole day passed, and Christina still didn't touch anything, just sat quietly on the bed, occasionally looking out the window with the same empty gaze.

At night, William came again. He picked Christina up, threw her on the bed, and pressed down on her.

Christina just opened her eyes wide, silently enduring.

He vented his anger and desire, his movements becoming more intense. But then he suddenly realized that Christina had closed her eyes at some point, as if she had lost consciousness!

He immediately pulled away, gently shaking Christina, calling her name softly.

"Christina, Christina!"

She didn't respond at all.

In that moment, he panicked and quickly called Joseph over.

Joseph checked her pulse.

"What happened? It seems like low blood sugar?"

"She's been fasting," William said, frowning.

Joseph raised an eyebrow. "Why would she fast? What's going on? And why is she here with you?"

"Why are you asking so many questions?" William snapped. "Just do what you need to do."

"I really can't figure you out," Joseph said, bringing in a nutrient drip for her. "This can temporarily replace nutrients, but if this continues, it will be a double blow to her body and mind."

William frowned, saying nothing.

Joseph sighed and tentatively asked, "You didn't... illegally detain Christina, did you? She's fasting in protest, and I noticed the security here is much tighter than before."

Joseph himself found the idea absurd.

He never expected William to remain silent.

If William hadn't done it, he would have denied it. His silence seemed like an admission, and Joseph was shocked. "I knew something was off between you two. William, my dear Mr. Cavendish, what are you trying to do?"

William sighed, saying nothing.

Joseph gritted his teeth, frustrated. "Weren't you doing fine with Jennifer? You were even talking about marriage. Why are you so fixated on Christina? She's your niece by name. Are you into forbidden love?"

William took a deep breath. "Maybe it's fate."

"Fate? Seriously?" Joseph scoffed. "I think you're just bored and want to torment her. Now Christina's half-dead because of you. If Jennifer finds out, she'll be furious."

William stayed silent. He had endured so long, just trying to choose the right path.

Joseph, seeing his indifference, became even more frustrated. "Go ahead, make a scene. Let's see how far this goes."

"You don't understand," William closed his eyes.

Joseph sneered. "You're right, I don't understand. I don't understand how someone like you could have such a twisted hobby."

"Leave," William didn't want to argue anymore.

Joseph snorted and left the room. William sat by the bed, looking at Christina's pale face, feeling a mix of emotions.

He reached out, gently stroking her cheek, his eyes full of complexity. "Christina, what do I have to do for you to forgive me?"

Christina kept her eyes closed, unresponsive.

William sighed, got up, and left the room. He sat in his study, lighting a cigarette. The smoke swirled around him, his gaze growing deeper.

He took out his phone and called Bob. "How's the situation with Walter?"

"Mr. Cavendish, the Moore Family couldn't withstand the pressure and has given in."

Bob took a deep breath.

"That's good," William didn't want to deal with Walter, but he couldn't watch Christina starve herself to death.

The next morning, when he went to check on Christina, she was awake. The nutrient drip was only half-finished, and she had pulled out the needle, sitting by the bed, pale and silent.

"Do you really want to die?" William chuckled.

"Death would be a relief," Christina smiled weakly.

"There's news about Walter. He'll be back safely soon. Eat something, don't harm your body," William placed the prepared breakfast in front of her.

Christina pushed it away, knocking it to the floor.

"I'm not eating!"

William looked at the mess, a flash of anger in his eyes, but he controlled himself, speaking as calmly as possible.

"Christina, you're hurting yourself and me. Walter is safe now. Why can't you let go of your obsession?"

Christina glanced at him coldly, her voice weak but firm. "Obsession? Is it your obsession with me, or my hatred for you? William, stop pretending. Do you think saving Walter can make up for the harm you've done to me?"

William took a deep breath. He knew that no matter what he said, Christina wouldn't easily believe him. He stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the bright sunshine outside, but his heart was shrouded in darkness.

At that moment, he saw Nicholas's car approaching, stopping at the door.

Nicholas rarely came here. His sudden arrival suggested he had heard something, though it was unclear how the information had leaked.

At the door, Nicholas glanced at the bodyguard. "Are William and Christina both here?"