Crista had been lying in bed for hours, but she wasn't getting better. Her face was so pale now that it made her look lifeless. Beads of sweat streamed down her forehead as the pain got worse.
Maria touched Crista's forehead, and her eyes widened in shock. "Mrs. Ding, we have to go to the hospital." Crista struggled to prop herself up and get out of the bed. But as soon as her feet touched the floor, she fell down and lost her consciousness.
Maria screamed in fear. William was in the study talking with someone on the phone. When he heard the noise, he rushed to Crista's room. "What's going on here?" There was a clear hint of displeasure in his cold voice.
"Mr. Ding, Mrs. Ding fainted." Maria was panic-stricken. She looked at him, not knowing what to do.
"Tell Nico to take her to the hospital." He then turned around and left.
When Crista regained her consciousness, she w
Tristan looked at Molly solemnly. "You are my wife." His words were enough to remove all the uneasiness in her heart at once. "Honey, maybe it's about time we consider having a baby." Sally didn't like the fact that Tristan had been using condoms, preventing her from getting pregnant. He kept on saying that he didn't want a baby yet because he wanted to enjoy their lives together, just the two of them. But she knew that it was only an excuse. He didn't want to have a baby because he didn't want a burden. And he didn't want to be tied up to her forever. Tristan looked at Sally. "Didn't we make a deal before we got married?" "I know. But I want to have a baby now. I stay at home every day doing nothing, and I'm getting bored. I want to have a baby to take care of and play with." Sally wanted to keep him by her side using the baby. But not only that. She wanted to have everything of him, not only his body but also his heart. She wrapped her arms
Tristan looked at the bag of medicine in Crista's hand. "Chica, what's wrong with you? Are you sick?" Crista shook her head. "I'm fine." When a waiter came over and gave them the menu, Tristan asked, "What would you like to drink or eat, Chica?" "Just a glass of milk, please." She couldn't drink coffee because of the baby in her belly. Tristan ordered a cup of coffee for himself. As they sat facing each other and waiting for their orders to be served, Crista took out the coat. "I know what you want, but I can't accept it." She had to clear up the misunderstanding now. Otherwise, it would continue to exist for a long time. They would only make things more difficult for them. Tristan looked at the coat she handed to him. "He's upset about it, isn't he?" He had already anticipated this. But every time he remembered how intimate William and Carla were in the restaurant, he felt very angry. "Tristan, Sally is your wife now. You should love
While tears streaming down Crista's face, she looked at William and shook her head vigorously. "Mr. Ding, please believe me. There's nothing between Tristan and me. Nothing happened between us. The baby is innocent. Please don't do anything to my baby." William just stared at her coldly. "How can he buy you such expensive clothes if you're not seeing him often? You've met each other these days, right? That's why he has gotten you pregnant so easily." Obviously, he didn't believe her words. He never believed in her in the past, he would never believe in her now or in the future. "No! Mr. Ding, it's not like that." She held his sleeve tightly, trying her best to persuade him. "Mr. Ding, please let Mrs. Ding in first. It's so cold outside, and she's pregnant now. Something bad may happen to her and to the baby." Maria couldn't stand it anymore, so she plucked up all her courage to speak up. Now she understood why Crista asked her to keep this matter a se
Crista was a little surprised when the middle-aged woman from the other bed in the ward came to her. "What you're eating is not nutritious enough for you and your baby. Have some chicken soup." The middle-aged woman put a bowl of chicken soup in front of her. Crista lowered her gaze, looked at the steaming chicken soup, and said, "No, thanks. It's okay. I'm just fine." "Just drink it. You have to eat well for the sake of your baby. But you can't do that if you only rely on the food here, small hospitals like this don't actually serve good meals. Anyway, I've cooked a lot, and my daughter-in-law can't drink it all. So just drink this, okay?" the woman said with a smile. With a faint smile on her face, Crista picked up the bowl and said, "Thank you." "Are you alone? Why is there no one here to take care of you?" the woman then asked curiously. "Yes, I'm just alone," Crista replied with a nod. She was alone now. But in the future, she had a child to acco
William stood aside, watching Tristan guarding Crista against him. He looked at Tristan and asked, "Mr. Gu, you seem to be very protective of her. Is it possible that the child in her belly is yours?" Crista's eyes widened in shock upon hearing William's words. She shook her head and replied, "No, it's not his." She had made things worse now. If William continued to misunderstand the situation, Tristan would be involved. He was already married, and she didn't want him to be in big trouble just because of her. But much to her surprise, Tristan suddenly said, "Yes, Chica's child is mine, so let her go now. I'll give you anything you want as long as you let her go." Seeing Crista in such a miserable situation made Tristan decide to take her away even if he lost everything. "No! I want her," William retorted. His eyes darkened as he stared at Tristan. "Do you know how she is when she is in my bed, huh?" Tristan's face turned deathly pale. William's words
Maria stayed in Crista's room the entire night. Seeing Crista's miserable look, she felt sorry. But she was just a servant. She couldn't do anything to help Crista. When Crista opened her eyes, the sky was already bright outside. She didn't know what happened after she vomited in the bathroom last night. But how she wished morning didn't come. Because today would be the most painful day of her life. William sat on the sofa in the living room. As usual, he was drinking coffee while reading the newspaper. Crista went downstairs in a white shirt. As soon as she saw him, she greeted him. "Mr. Ding." "Have you thought it over? I'm waiting for your answer now." He didn't even raise his eyes to look at her. He expected to hear the answer he wanted. "My answer is still the same. The baby in my belly is innocent. Besides, it's really yours. You just don't trust and believe me. Why do you have to be so cruel?" She stood in front of him and gathered all her stre
After her operation, Crista was still unconscious when the nurses took her to her ward. William stood next to her bed and asked the doctor, "What happened?". "Mr. Ding... Mrs. Ding asked not... to be anesthetized. She also bled heavily during the operation, so she lost a lot of blood. That's why... she can't...she can't wake up yet..." Upon seeing William's gloomy face, the doctor was so frightened that he stammered. "You are the doctor. You know what you should do. How can you listen to your patient and let her decide?" William yelled at the doctor unceremoniously. The doctor didn't say anything more. He just nodded in a hurry and strode out of the ward. William knew that Crista did it on purpose. It was her way of protesting because he forced her to get rid of the child. He couldn't understand why she was still so naive and disobedient after everything he had done to her. It was already a day after when Crista woke up. As soon as she opened
Hiding in a comer, Crista watched as Maria brought her meal into her room. She stared at the food blankly, with no appetite at all. "Mrs. Ding, please eat now. You haven't eaten the whole day, and your health condition is getting worse. If this goes on, your body will not be able to stand it," Maria said, holding Crista's hand. "No, don't touch me!" Crista withdrew her hand and said, "You are a bad person. Don't touch my baby and me." Seeing the horrified look on Crista's face, Maria couldn't help asking, "Mrs. Ding, why have you become like this?" But Crista just ignored Maria. She held the pillow tightly and didn't let anyone touch it. William walked into the room and looked at Crista. Her hair was in disarray, and her face was pale and haggard. He had already asked a doctor to come and give her a checkup. The doctor said that she seemed not to accept what had happened to her. Her mind escaped from reality because of the blow. She would recover, but