Chapter 190

Christina had just stepped out of the wedding venue when William's car pulled up.

"Something's up at home. We gotta go back."

"Why should I care?" Christina's tone was frosty.

"Enough. Everyone," William said sharply. "We have to go back. You haven't divorced me yet."

Christina studied him closely.

He looked serious, with a deep furrow in his brow, like something was really wrong.

Even though she didn't want to get tangled up with the Cavendish family, Elisa was still there. If something serious had happened, she should at least check it out.

During the drive, William's brow stayed furrowed, like he had a lot on his mind.

Christina had a feeling something big was going down with the Cavendish family, but she didn't ask.

When they arrived, almost everyone from the Cavendish family was there.

Zaid Cavendish, the eldest brother, stepped forward. "William, you're finally back. We haven't finished discussing the previous matter."

"Enough. Now's not the time for this," William said curtly.

The atmosphere was tense.

"I'll go check on my mom," Christina said, knowing she didn't belong in this setting. She excused herself and went upstairs.

Elisa, looking worried, came over and took her hand.

"This family is falling apart."

"What happened?" Christina asked, confused.

Elisa sighed deeply. "They're fighting over the inheritance. The Cavendish family shares are scattered, and the business is huge. Nicholas is old and can't manage everything anymore."

No wonder William hadn't been around much lately; this was the reason.

Christina wasn't concerned about such matters. "Mom, let them fight. My salary is more than enough for us. If we can't stay with the Cavendish family, I can take you away."

"But..." Elisa sighed.

"Mom, we shouldn't get involved in this. Whatever Raymond decides is his business," Christina said seriously.

"You're married to William now. You should have a share of the inheritance," Elisa said, taking a deep breath. "With that, you'd never have to worry about money again."

"But I don't need it," Christina began to say, but there was a knock on the door.

She opened it to find a servant standing outside.

"Mr. Nicholas Cavendish wants to see you."

The servant's words were directed at Christina.

Christina was surprised. Nicholas had never been kind to her, even after she married William. He was always wary of her. What could he want now?

But since he had asked, she couldn't refuse.

She nodded. "Okay."

Nicholas's health was indeed poor. As soon as she entered, he was coughing continuously. Christina waited quietly for him to catch his breath before speaking.

"What do you need from me?"

"You've been planning this for a long time, and now you've successfully married William. Seeing me so weak, ready to die at any moment, you must be pleased," Nicholas said, staring into her eyes.

Christina chuckled. "I've never thought that way."

"You know what you think," Nicholas said, not buying it.

Christina knew that ever since the initial incident, the Cavendish family had always been suspicious of her. So she didn't bother to explain. They could think whatever they wanted; it had nothing to do with her.

Seeing her silence, Nicholas coughed heavily again. "With the family in such chaos, don't even think about the inheritance."

"I've never thought about it. By the way, William married me while I had amnesia. I'm currently discussing divorce with him," Christina said with a cold smile.

Nicholas didn't believe her. "You tricked him into marrying you. How could you let go so easily?"

"I'm just saying this to clear your doubts. If you don't believe me, that's fine," Christina said, turning to leave.

Nicholas called her back.

"What are you after?"

"Ever since my mother and I entered the Cavendish family, you've suspected us of being after money, guarding against us for years," Christina said with a bitter smile. "But let me be clear, your will can exclude me."

Nicholas, seeing this, said in a deep voice, "You're playing the long game."

Christina found it laughable. "Even now, you're still wary of me. Do you think that after you die, I'll take William's share?"

Nicholas felt a pang of sadness. The family was in turmoil, with constant fights over the inheritance.

And the shares his sons held had caused countless upheavals in the company. Though old, he wasn't blind or deaf; he could still see and hear.

At this point, he had to worry more about his children.

"I don't care about your marriage to William or your divorce. But whether you marry or divorce, you need to sign a prenuptial agreement."

What she hadn't gone through before, she had to go through now.

Christina wasn't surprised and agreed readily. "Sure, I'll write it."

Nicholas had prepared paper and pen. She walked over and wrote a formal agreement, signing her name and pressing her fingerprint at the end.

She handed it to Nicholas.

"Is this okay?"

"Yes," Nicholas said, nodding after a glance. He leaned on his cane and stood up wearily. "You're dismissed."

Called when needed, dismissed when not. That was the Cavendish family's attitude toward everyone.

Christina simply said, "Take care," and quickly left.

As she closed the door, she caught a glimpse of a shadow slipping into the adjacent room.

Someone had been eavesdropping, trying to hear their conversation. But since it wasn't about the inheritance, she didn't think it mattered.

She went to be with Elisa.

But in the middle of the night, the entire Cavendish household was in an uproar.

Servants were running up and down in a panic. "Something's wrong! Nicholas is in trouble!"

Elisa woke up with a start, propping herself up. "What's going on?"

By the time they dressed and went out, chaos had erupted. An ambulance had arrived.

The doctor went straight to Nicholas's room, but after a brief attempt at resuscitation, he came out to announce regretfully to everyone.

"Nicholas has no vital signs."

No one could believe it. How could Nicholas die now? Suddenly, someone in the crowd said, "Christina met with Nicholas alone this afternoon. She did it!"