Chapter 151

"Let's run a detailed blood test," the doctor said, jotting down the order before moving her to a regular room.

About half an hour later, Christina woke up. Seeing she was in a hospital room, she frowned and tried to get out of bed.

William immediately stepped in to support her. "Hey, don't move."

"Stop pretending you care," Christina snapped, shaking off his hand, her eyes blazing. "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be here."

William's hand froze mid-air.

Their interactions now were like enemies meeting, filled with intense animosity.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

"Christina, I know I can't undo the hurt I've caused you, but I was really out of options," William said, his voice low and filled with helplessness.

Christina looked at him coldly, her hatred burning like an unquenchable fire.

"Out of options? Your 'out of options' means hurting me, deceiving me, and controlling my life?" Christina's voice was full of anger and sorrow.

William didn't respond. He knew any explanation would be pointless in front of Christina.

Time passed in silence, and the atmosphere in the room grew heavier. Christina looked out the window, a hint of confusion in her eyes.

"I'm tired. Leave," Christina finally said, her voice weary and cold.

William gave her some space to cool down.

A nurse came in shortly after, glancing at Christina. "Ms. Windsor, you're fine now. The blood test results are back."

"If I'm fine, can I leave?" Christina asked, eager to get out of bed.

The nurse, however, was beaming. "Ms. Windsor, congratulations, you're pregnant."

Christina was stunned, the words hitting her like a sledgehammer.

Joseph had told her she was pregnant during a check-up, but she had been so consumed by her hatred for William that she had forgotten.

She instinctively shook her head, covering her stomach in fear.

"No, I can't have this baby!"

After everything that had happened, how could she bring a child into this world to suffer?

William had been happy, but his expression turned sad upon hearing her words.

Christina felt a pang of pain after saying it.

Abortion was different from birth control. This child had been inside her, and the thought of giving it up was heart-wrenching.

At that moment, Christina's emotions were incredibly complex.

The nurse gently suggested, "You're still early in your pregnancy. You have time to think it over."

William suddenly grabbed her wrist, his eyes red. "Let's go home and talk about this, okay?"

Christina didn't refuse.

Her change of heart wasn't because of William, but because of the child.

They drove home in silence. Once there, she sat on the couch while William handed her a cup of hot water.

Christina took it but didn't drink.

"Don't think having this child will change anything between us!"

Her sharp words felt like needles to William's heart. After a long pause, he sighed and held her hand.

"Can we keep this child?"

He remembered the day Christina mentioned the child's name. This child had to stay.

"You have no right to say that," Christina said, closing her eyes.

She gently touched her stomach, feeling the same emotions she had during her previous pregnancy.

She began to imagine that this child might be a gift from above, bringing her Harper back to her.

William knew her weak spot and spoke softly, "Maybe Harper has returned. Keep her, and I'll take good care of you both. Give me a chance to make things right."

Christina pushed his hand away, her gaze sharp.

"William, you have no right to ask for anything. Even if I keep this child, it's mine, and you have no right to be its father."

William stiffened at her words.

He knew little about her past life and couldn't fully understand her pain.

At this moment, anything he said or did felt insincere.

He gently hugged Christina. "Let's keep this child. Even if I can't be its father, I want you to be happy. You want Harper back, don't you?"

Christina pushed him away and turned her face.

William knew her well. If there was even a tiny chance to have Harper back, she might take it.

She closed her eyes in pain, her voice hoarse. "Leave me alone. Let me think."

William didn't insist.

"Okay."

The next morning, Bob came to confirm his schedule.

"Mr. Cavendish, you have a business trip abroad tomorrow. It'll take about three days."

William looked at him. "Cancel it."

"That's not possible unless we want to break ties and lose the deal," Bob sighed.

William didn't want to leave now.

But staying might not make Christina happy either.

After thinking it over, he decided to go. By the time he returned, she might have made up her mind.

No matter what Christina decided, he would do everything to keep this child. It might be their only chance to mend their relationship.

"Fine, make the arrangements. Leave a few people here to watch Christina. Don't let her go to the hospital for an abortion. Other than that, don't be too strict."

Bob was startled. An abortion?

He didn't dare ask what had happened, just nodded. "Mr. Cavendish, don't worry. I'll take care of it."

Christina barely slept that night. The next morning, she found breakfast ready on the table.

A note was stuck to the milk glass.

"I'm going on a business trip. When I return, I hope you've made a decision. Christina, give the child a chance, and give me a chance too."

Christina's brow twitched. She crumpled the note and threw it in the trash.

She didn't believe a word he said!

After breakfast, she went straight to the architecture firm.

Now that she was pregnant and wanted to keep the child, she didn't want to travel. She went to the office to inform Kelvin.

Kelvin frowned. "Are you sure about this?"