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
After having s*x with William, Crista didn't want to stay with him any longer. So when he let go of her, she immediately got up from the bed, picked up her nightgown from the floor, and put it on. "Can I leave now?"she asked coldly without even looking at him. William propped up from the bed, leaned against the headboard lazily, and looked at her. Obviously, she didn't want to have anything to do with him. But she still came to his room when asked and had sex with him. Now, he couldn't tell what was in her mind. Crista didn't hear any response from him, so she didn't move yet. She called him, "Mr. Leng?" William stood up and walked up to her. Then he pulled her into his arms and kissed her again. He was confused. Did he want her to stay with him? Didn't he want to completely destroy her? For the first time, he felt like his mind seemed to be in a mess. Crista pushed him away and asked, "Isn't it enough yet?" Did he want to have s*x with her again? Jus
Crista chuckled. "I'm not drunk. I can hold my drink," she said to William. 'You're not drunk?' William's eyebrows shot up. He could clearly see that she was unable to stay sober now. She had only drunk a few glasses of wine but had already been smashed. "Drink with me," Crista said, pouring a glass of wine and passing it to him. She wanted to get drunk so that she wouldn't feel the pain or think about everything that happened in the past few days. William took the glass and downed the drink wordlessly. Crista slipped her arms around his waist. "You are a bad guy. A devil." Saying this, she buried her face in his chest and sobbed. He remained stoic. It was not the first time he had heard words like this, and she was not the first one to say so. He had started working as a teenager, and had lived a life that was as dangerous as walking on a knife. If he hadn't become stronger than the others, he would have been trampled underfoot. Or worse, died. "A ba
William's gaze made Crista uncomfortable, so she just shook her head reluctantly. "No, I won't drink that much anymore. Only when she gave him a satisfactory answer did he finally let her go. "It's almost Chinese New Year Pack up your things from the maids' house and move back in here. Don't make me say it again." Since he had allowed her to meet Cristine, she must uphold her end of the bargain and move back in. Stunned, Crista asked, "Didn't you say that you wouldn't force me to do anything?" Why did he change his decision overnight? She wouldn't agree to his request even if she was drunk. "I'm making you do this for a good reason. If you want Cristine to have a good life, you need to come back." He remembered how she went to his room every night like she was making a report recently. At the thought of it, William felt very unhappy. "I don't believe she's living a good life right now. Do whatever the hell you want. I'm not going to move back in." She
Crista looked at Sally totally aghast. Then she stared at Tristan quizzically. She said, "Get up, Mrs. Gu. I promise not to ever see him again!" After all that had transpired recently, there was certainly no reason for her and Tristan to ever see each other again. Tristan tried to interject but Crista knew that anything he uttered at that moment would further exacerbate the problem. She instructed him, "Mr. Gu, take your precious wife home! We are in a public place now." Crista was not in the least bit concerned about anyone's opinions about her. But she knew at the back of her mind that if the daughter and son-in-law of the prestigious Yu Group continued to misbehave in public, they would promptly feature in the following day's news broadcast. Crista then made a hasty exit from the shopping mall. Nico, who had been patiently awaiting her at the gate, hurried forth to assist her with her bag. He immediately detected that something was amiss. Deeply concerned,
'What's the point?' Crista sneered. Right now, everything was pointless to Crista. If he wanted to tell her something, he would. But if he didn't want her to know anything, or if he was going to take another woman on a business trip, then it was better if he didn't tell her. "What time is your flight?" Crista said to him after a long time of hesitating to speak. Was she beginning to care about him? She had barely ever asked him about anything, not even what he wanted for dinner. But no matter what she cooked William never complained. As he rested his chin on her slender shoulder, he said, "Send me off at the airport." She didn't have the right to refuse him. Her face was a bit swollen, but she didn't feel any pain. They were seated at the back of the car. Crista looked out the window at the vast snowy land. "It's so beautiful," she muttered. This winter, she had lost everything, and her heart was sealed in ice, causing it to become colder than snow. S