"I'm sorry, Mr. Cowell. I'm not interested in this." I answered honestly. Then I looked down at Patrick's hand that was grabbing my wrist and looked up at him, "Mr. Cowell, your fiancée just lost her child. She's crying inside. And you're holding me here and asking me to participate in a design competition..." "Isn't it somewhat inappropriate?" However, hearing my words, Patrick didn't change his behavior. Patrick looked at me and frowned deeply. Then he continued to talk about the design competition, "I will invite the best international designers in the interior design field to be the judges in this competition. If you win the prize, it will be very valuable for you." ...... I looked at Patrick in confusion. I couldn't figure out what on earth he was going to do. Seeing that I didn't say anything, Patrick continued, "If you want to be on your own in the future, the competition will be a very good opportunity for you to train yours
"The patient in Bed No. 3? Isn't it Caroline?" At that time, Rosy was sleeping. So my first reaction was to walk out of the ward with my cell phone. I went to the door and closed the door. At this time, the corridor outside was in a mess. And the voices of doctors and nurses were mingled together. "What's going on?" "I don't know. When I checked the room, she wasn't there. I didn't pay attention to it at first. But the security guard said that there was a patient on the roof just now. And I saw that it was the patient in bed No. 3!" The nurse, who was speaking, sounded like she was crying. If something bad happened to Caroline, she surely would be implicated. Several doctors went upstairs with the nurse. At this time, Jeremy and Gina weren't here. Rosy was resting. In other words, there was only one person related to Caroline in the whole Holy Spirit Hospital, that was, me. I followed the doctors and nurses, went i
Patrick stood there. And Gina shouted hysterically over there, "Caroline did everything for you. Now her child is gone. And she has been tarnished. Moreover, everyone on the Internet knows about it! Never should you expect that I will let you get away with it that easily!" Patrick remained silent. He looked at Gina and then looked at Caroline in the distance. Holding onto the railing with her hands, Caroline didn't intend to jump off the building at all. Jeremy held Gina back as he said to Patrick, "Mr. Cowell, my daughter is in such a situation now. If you don't give her an explanation, even if she doesn't jump down today, it will be only a matter of time before she does something desperate." Although Jeremy had a bad temper, he would only be so while facing the ones whom he could bully with ease. He could bully me with ease. However, when it came to Patrick, Jeremy dared not to lose his temper at all. Now that Caroline had suffered such
Every word Patrick had said was firm and clear. Around us, Gina, Caroline, and Jeremy were all in an uproar! Especially Caroline, who was standing by the fence, looked at me with jealousy and hatred in her eyes. Her expression showed that she wished she could come over right now and kill me. As I was hesitating about how to answer him, I heard another voice from the entrance of the rooftop, "Let me go up. Let me go up. Caroline! My baby granddaughter." "This voice..." "Grandma!" I tilted my head and saw Rosy standing at the entrance of the rooftop. However, no one was supporting her on the side! I shook off Patrick's hand that was holding onto my arm. Then, I rushed forward and helped Rosy up. At the same time, I took a look in the direction of the passage to the rooftop. Then I saw that a figure in a white coat was about to leave. As I held Rosy, she, who was very weak, leaned on me. However, when she saw Caroline
I hid myself in a hurry. I was a little puzzled, wondering why Tracy, whom I hadn't seen just now, was here now. Then I heard Tracy say, "I just inquired about it. My niece made a fuss, intending to jump off a building or something. So, Mom was irritated again. This time, she probably can't make it." At this moment, I thought of what had happened before. Then I picked up my cell phone and began to film her. Based on the phone call Tracy made last time, I knew that it was clear that Tracy was making a fake will. If something indeed happened to Rosy, I wondered what would happen then. Later, Tracy mentioned roughly the fake will over the phone, saying that the shares and the properties should be distributed in a fair way so that it wouldn't arouse others' suspicion. In fact, neither of Tracy nor Jeremy was to my liking. However, in comparison, I hoped that Tracy could get more properties. After Tracy hung up the phone, she left. And I went
The nurse looked at me and shook her head somewhat nervously, "I was asked to send blood here. And I don't know anything either." Then, before I could ask her further, she trotted away. Seeing the nurse's behavior, I started to doubt whether anything was wrong with Rosy's operation or not! I stood at the door and dared not leave at all. About eight hours later... It was already sunset outside the window... Finally, the light in the operating room was turned off. And the door opened. Then Rosy on the bed was pushed out. "Grandma!" I rushed over! Rosy, who was lying on the bed, closed her eyes tightly. Roger came out from the side. Although there wasn't any blood on his clothes, it seemed that there was blood on his face and even his hair! I asked nervously, "Doctor Roger, how is my grandmother's operation going on? Did she make it?" Roger looked at me with a tired look on his face, "The patient is old. So there are some
Seeing Caroline, the party got involved, left, the remaining middle-aged women dispersed as well. I took a step back and kept a certain distance from Patrick. Looking at him, I said, "Mr. Cowell, thank you for being so kind to me. From now on, you are my brother-in-law as well as my boss. We'd better not have any contact in private." After that, I walked out. I didn't hear Patrick's footsteps behind me. Feeling a little lost in my heart, I knew that such an answer from him would suit the situation the best. I would find it the most desperate thing if he gave me any further hope. As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the hospital and waited for a taxi, Patrick stretched out one of his arms to the front of me. I lowered my head and saw a pink-diamond-necklace in his hand. It was the birthday present he had given to me before. My heart ached a little. And then I said, "Mr. Cowell, you don't have to do this." Patrick only said t
The sky was dark. And I didn't recognize who it was at once. When I was about to ask who it was, the man took a step forward. With confusion on my face, I asked, "Roger Lance?" "How could it be him?" "What are you doing? Do you think I liked to pick you up in the middle of the night?" Roger's expression was similar to mine. He took out the key of his car, pointed at a high-end sports car not far away, and pressed the key. Then he said, "Get on the car quickly. I have to attend a party later." "Thank you. I can go back home by myself." I, who didn't have a good impression of Roger, didn't want to stay with him. Roger didn't bother with me at first. He got into the car by himself. And I arrived at an intersection, intending to take a taxi. Then Roger's sports car stopped in front of me with the roar of the car's engine and said, "Don't talk nonsense. Get into the car quickly! If my brother didn't ask me to pick you up, do you think I would