William didn't say anything, but his expression was visibly unpleasant.
What was she talking about?
Unexpectedly, the next second Christina started pulling at her clothes, "Uncle, I have a habit of sleeping naked. If you don't leave, are you planning to relive our lovemaking?"
"Shut up!"
William angrily rebuked her, turned around, and left, not wanting to see Christina for another second.
Christina's eyes were filled with even more sarcasm.
William didn't want to see her, but did she want to see William?
After William left, she immediately locked the door.
She had plans for tomorrow and needed to conserve her energy. She didn't want anyone to disturb her.
Without any interruptions, Christina had a good night's sleep.
In the morning, she got up and went downstairs after tidying up.
The servants had already prepared breakfast.
She walked to the dining table and sat down, but the servant said, "Mr. Cavendish hasn't come downstairs yet."
In other words, she couldn't eat breakfast until William arrived.
Christina didn't care, "I'm not a servant in this villa, and if I'm here and my freedom is restricted for three meals a day, why force me to stay here?"
Christina started eating.
She wasn't money; she didn't need everyone to like her.
In short, she didn't need to please anyone.
If someone couldn't stand her and tried to harm her, she would fight back.
The servant couldn't drive Christina away from the table.
However, when William appeared, the servant complained about Christina's behavior, "Mr. Cavendish, Ms. Windsor has no manners at all. I made it very clear to her."
With a single look from William, the servant obediently retreated.
Christina sat leisurely at the dining table, completely ignoring everyone around her.
William walked over with a dark expression.
Christina happened to put down her fork and stand up.
She ignored William, but unexpectedly, William spoke against her, "Why don't you have any manners?"
"You're not my father, and this isn't my home. Besides, even in the Cavendish Mansion, did following the rules for so many years do any good?" Christina found it amusing.
She had been in the Cavendish family for so many years without receiving equal respect, and now William was interfering with her freedom.
What was he planning?
Was he treating her as a daughter or grooming her as a perfect wife?
William said coldly, "Christina, you're on my turf now."
"Ha?" Christina retorted unceremoniously, "It's not like I wanted to come to your turf. Besides, if you don't talk to me for a day, do you feel uncomfortable?"
William's handsome face was instantly clouded with gloom.
"Christina, do you have a death wish?"
No one had ever dared to speak to him like that.
When William got angry, everyone around him trembled.
Christina knew what William was like, so if she didn't run now, when would she?
But she couldn't outrun William.
William grabbed her wrist and pulled her back with force.
Christina didn't expect him to do that, and her lower back hit the dining table, causing intense pain to shoot through her entire back.
"William, are you crazy?"
In her previous life, she died because of him, and her daughter was gone too. In this life, she had swallowed pills and broken her hand. Did William want to kill her before he would be satisfied?
William's eyes were cold, "Christina, do you think you deserve to call my name?"
Christina had called his name more than once or twice.
Did she really think he was easy to bully?
"Isn't your name William? And you haven't acknowledged me as your niece. If you did, would you still harm me?"
Christina's words were cold and sharp.
Christina's words were never forgiving.
"If you want to be mute, I can make that happen."
At this moment, William's face was extremely displeased.
Moreover, William didn't seem to have any intention of letting go of her hand.
Seeing William's stance, he really wanted to make her mute and even torture her.
A smart person knows when to back down. It's time to lower her head.
Christina softened her attitude, "I don't want to be mute. I want to go out now. Uncle, please let me go. Just consider it as me throwing a tantrum."
William sneered coldly, "What right do you have to throw a tantrum here?"
William was high and mighty, looking down on everyone.
In William's eyes, she had no rights at all. She wasn't even considered a person. Jennifer was the one who could throw tantrums.
"No matter what I say, you don't believe me. Shouldn't I have emotions?" Christina struggled but couldn't break free from William's grip.
Christina was both angry and helpless.
William didn't let go at all.
In the end, Christina had to bring up Jennifer, "If you don't let go, your first love will come and see us, and she'll think we have a problem. Then she'll make a scene, and you better not blame it all on me."
Mentioning Jennifer finally caused a change in William's expression.
However, William still warned Christina, "Don't even think about hurting her again. If anything happens to her, I won't let you off."
In both her past and present lives, Jennifer was always the most important person in William's eyes.
He wouldn't let her off?
Christina felt a pang in her heart, "You never let me off. If you did, I wouldn't be here. Uncle, you really should understand that I'm not the one at fault."
Jennifer was the one who drugged him, and Christina was the one who got hurt. She had swallowed so many birth control pills.
Even if William didn't care about her life, didn't he know that all drugs are toxic?
Taking so many pills, even if she miraculously got pregnant, would the child be healthy?
"If it wasn't you, then why were you there?"
William pursed his lips and coldly threw out the question.
This was the question William had never asked back then.
Even if he was drugged, Christina was sober. He didn't ask because Jennifer and everyone else were present.
Christina's throat tightened because of William's question, pulling her thoughts back to that day.
William was drugged, and she was sober.
From initial resistance to eventual compliance, she just wanted to help him.
She had given him her most precious first time, but he never thought of compensating her. Instead, he thought she was scheming?
A bad man's heart could never be moved.
Christina's lips curled into a sarcastic smile, "Does a person need a reason to be somewhere?"