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
Maria was startled when she heard the words that came out of Crista's mouth. "Mrs. Ding, why did you say that? And why did you go outside alone last night? It was snowing, right? It must be freezing. Didn't you feel cold?" Crista looked out of the window and answered, "I'm fine. Help me up." "Okay," Maria said with a nod. She was so happy because it was her first time to hear Crista speak after so many days. She supported Crista to get up from the bathtub and led her out of the bathroom. The room was filled with smoke, so she imagined that William, who had been sitting on the sofa, had smoked a lot of cigarettes. Crista didn't say anything. She just glanced at William and hid under the quilt. She didn't know what to say to him. Her heart still hurt until now. Every time she closed her eyes, the scene in the operating room that day flashed across her mind. It was so cold, and she felt how her baby was taken from her belly. She wanted to die with her ba
After drinking water, Crista returned to her room. She then changed her clothes and lay on the bed. The lights in her room were off, so she could clearly see the vast whiteness of snow outside the window. Her lips curved into a bitter smile as she took out a silver knife. It gleamed in the dark. Without hesitation, she heavily slid the sharp blade on her wrist, making blood gush out in an instant. Did it hurt? She had been through a lot of more painful experiences than this one. Her body was already numb to feel pain. As her eyelids got heavier, she murmured to herself, "Baby, Mommy is about to see you. We will be together soon. Wait for Mommy, okay?" After losing her baby, she didn't see any reason to continue living. And she always thought that her baby must be alone in the other world, so she must be there. On such a cold day, she had to stay with her baby. She was determined to end her life, so she didn't care about anything else anymore. As time went by,
With William's arrangement, the doctor immediately performed the ligation procedure on Crista. A week after her operation, she was discharged from the hospital and went back to the villa. As soon as she entered the living room, there was no expression on her pale face. For her, even though she was still alive, her heart had died. And she would never return to her old self. Maria helped her to go upstairs. But when they reached her room, she stopped at the door. "Maria, help me pack my things. I'll move to the servants' house," she said. William just stood behind them and didn't say a word. Maria turned her head and glanced at him, hoping to hear his objection. But since he didn't, she went in and started packing Crista's stuff. During the entire week that Crista was in the hospital, William stayed with her. But the two of them hadn't spoken a word, so they never talked about the divorce she requested before. Now that she wanted to move