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
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,
You Are Not The Baby's Father Lewis sighed as he made Crista sit down on the sofa. "Will you feel bored staying at home?" Looking at him, Crista hesitated for a while before she shook her head. "Aren't you afraid that I might run away?" "Yes, I am." Lewis looked at her. He was obviously anxious. The only thing that scared him was Crista leaving him. "Then I won’t go out. I am afraid that I won't be able to control myself." Even though Crista knew that William had died, she still wanted to see him. She loved him so much, but she could not even see him one last time. "He is dead. Why are you so stubborn? Even if you did go back, what can you do now?” Lewis wondered why she was being so stubborn about returning to William. Did it mean that he would never get her love even though William had died? Would she never show him any mercy at all? "Then why do you have to do that? You can just leave me alone." Crista didn't want him to interfere her affair! He had lied to her many times n
There Was Still No News About Her Lewis walked over to Crista and saw her in a daze. "What's wrong, Chica? Do you feel sick?" Her face had turned paler, which worried him. Looking at him, Crista remained silent. She didn't stop him when he put his coat on her shoulder and helped her sit on the bed. "If you don't feel good, then you'd better take rest. Don't you remember that the doctor asked you to rest in bed for the first three months?" Lewis felt like he was talking to himself. Was she even listening to him? Crista reached out and touched her belly. Only when she felt the child in her belly would she feel relieved. Leaning against the bed, Crista took a glance at the newspaper that was on the bedside table. She had not thrown it away yet. Perhaps she was using it to remind herself that she should not forget William. Lewis sat next to her and talked to her, but Crista ignored him and fell asleep. A bitter smile appeared on Lewis' lips. He could talk for hours, but she would sti
Will You Be With Me Then, Lewis made Crista sit up and lean against a cushion. "Have some congee first, Chica. You haven't eaten properly for a few days. Or do you want to eat something else? I can ask Sara to make it for you." Crista had no appetite for the food in front of her, but still, she slowly ate as Lewis fed her until the congee was finished. "Chica, you need to take good care of yourself. You need to start eating well because your baby needs the nutrition." Lewis wiped her mouth with a tissue. "My baby," Crista murmured. "I still have a baby." "Yes, Chica. You still have your baby. That’s why you have to take good care of yourself so you won’t hurt your child." Lewis looked at her. Perhaps the thought of her child could snap her out of her lethargy and give her a reason to move on. "My baby, what are we going to do? It’s all my fault that you will never see your daddy. It’s all Mommy's fault, "Crist
He Died To Save Her Crista shook her head. "No way! I want William. He is the father of my child, and he has a right to know about it." Why should she be with Lewis? It was obvious that she resented him. 'What does he mean? And why did he say that he can be with me now that William is not around anymore? William told me that he will be there for me, and that I should wait for him!' Crista remembered it so clearly that it was simply impossible for her to forget his promise to her. "It is true that he has a right to know about your child, but it is too late for that now," Lewis said, looking at her, but in his heart, he was afraid that she might become hysterical and fall unconscious. "What do you mean by too late? What is that supposed to mean, Lewis? What happened to William? I want to see him... No, I need to see him right now!" After saying that, Crista rushed to the middle of the road, and stopped a car th
Let Me Love You In the end, Lewis chose to take Crista away. He went back to the ward, and looked at her. The doctor who followed him in gave her an injection. "Mr. Lui, if you still insist on taking Miss Jin away, then I'll have to finish the paperwork for you so that you will be able to go through the discharge formalities,” the doctor said to Lewis. Money had the power to do anything, so Lewis bribed the doctor to give some tranquilizer for Crista, so that he could take her away from there while she was still asleep. Gian soon arrived at the hospital. "Mr. Lui, everything is done." Lewis nodded and handed him a prescription. "Go through the discharge formalities for Crista first, and once you're done with that, you can go to the pharmacy and get her medicines. I will be taking her downstairs now." After Gia left the ward, Lewis changed Crista's clothes, put his coat on her, picked her up in his arms, and left the h
Escape In The Middle Of The Night If she had shielded William from the bullet, he would have been fine. Crista had done that three years ago, and she survived, so there was a high chance she would be all right again. It was a gamble, yes, but she was willing to take that risk. He should not have pushed her away. She did not need his protection! She now understood William's obsession with keeping her safe. But it was way too late, and she was tethering on the brink of losing her mind. Lewis looked at her, his brows furrowed in jealousy. "You will sacrifice your life for him? If I was the one on the receiving end of that bullet, would you do the same for me?" Crista kept mum, curling up into a ball, her mind tormented. She did not know if she would feel the same for Lewis. All she cared about was how she did not want to see William harmed. Maybe she would save Lewis, or maybe not. The thing was, she had not cont
Want To See Him Lewis held her in his arms as he still could not let her go- Crista had lost a lot of blood and had no strength left in her to struggle. She could only watch as Martin and his men helped William up. "Let go of me, Lewis! I want to be with him. I want to be with him!" Crista was scared. No one could tell what would happen to William as he had gotten shot in his chest. However, she hoped that he would be fine, and wanted to be by his side. William tried his best to stand up and said, "Chica, wait for me!" No matter how strong he was, he still could not help but faint. Martin shouted his name a few times before he looked at Crista and carried William out of there. He didn't take Crista with him because he could not afford to waste time now. If they continued to deal with Lewis, then William was going to die. Holding Crista in his arms, Lewis walked step by step towards Anpu, who was lying
It's Either Your Life Or Crista's When he heard Lewis mention Crista, William's expression darkened. "You kidnapped Chica, didn't you? What did you do to her?" "What I did to her? What do you think I did to her? I can do the same things that you did to her, right? Don't forget that I am a man, too, just like you!" Lewis said with a smug smile. 'What do I want to do to Crista?' Of course, Lewis wanted her, but she did not want him. She would not even let him touch her. She had struggled and resisted him for a long time now. But for William, she became pregnant. She was doing everything for William, but not for Lewis. She didn't care how deep his love was. She would rather hurt him than compromise. "As long as you promise to let Chica go, I'll do whatever you ask me to do," William said. He had made up his mind to do anything and to give up anything for the sake of her safety. "Are you sure that you are willing to do an
What On Earth Did He Want To Do With Her Lewis bent over and planted a kiss on Crista's lips. He had never kissed her long enough or often enough to his liking. It must be his lucky day! He cupped his hand behind her head, holding it steady as he explored her mouth deeper. Crista writhed to get away, very much on the defensive. The more she floundered wildly, the more the ropes scraped away under her skin. There was no chance to avoid his kiss! Desperately, Crista bit down on his lips until her mouth filled with the metallic tang of blood. She bit and kicked, trying to shake off the strong hand that held her fast, but Lewis persisted, tasting her until she almost suffocated beneath him. "Do you want William to know we kissed?" Lewis smirked as he wiped the blood off his lip. He lifted a hand and signaled to Anpu’s men to leave them alone. "What on earth do you want to do with me?” Crista heaved and panted, the struggl