Patrick repeated his words. I, who couldn't be more overjoyed, looked at him as I asked over and over again, "Really? Is what you said true?" I was so afraid that after Patrick gave me hope, he would disappoint me again. But this time, Patrick nodded firmly. At that moment, I didn't struggle and let him hold my hand in his big palm. And I felt that my slightly cold hand became warm little by little. The next day, I went to work. Patrick proposed to send me to work. This time, I agreed. I sat in his car. He left after dropping me off at the cafe. But some sharp-eyed colleagues saw his car and came over. Then they asked, "Charlotte, is your boyfriend so rich? How come he is driving such a good car?" I looked at Patrick's car and didn't know how to explain it for a moment. "Am I going to tell them that Patrick is my husband? They certainly won't be convinced by the fact that I, who has a rich husband, is working in a cafe." Moreo
"What are you doing?" I was very surprised and wanted to pull out my feet. But Patrick held my feet with his hand tightly and warned me, "Don't move. Otherwise, I will regret it later on." "Don't do this. My feet are cold." I was in a dilemna. I knew how cold my feet were. And I was very embarrassed as my feet, which were put side Patrick's warm clothes, directly touched his abdominal muscles. Patrick squinted at me with a some warning on his face, "Why didn't you tell me that your hands and feet are so cold in winter earlier?" ...... I didn't say anything else. But the next day, when Patrick picked me up after I got off work, he didn't take me back to my house. Instead, he parked his car downstairs in another building. The building was located in the central position of Unit No. 1, City Y. "This is..." I was a little confused. Patrick took my hand and put it into his pocket. Then he said mysteriously, "You'll be e
Hearing Mrs. White's words, I took a deep breath. Someone wanted to kill me. Thinking of what happened a few days ago, I thought that it was self-evident as to who wanted to kill me. This reminded me of what had happened when I was in jail. "Could it be that Caroline was behind everything?" "How could she be so capable that she did all of these things by herself?" At this time, I calmed down and said to Mrs. White, "Help me contact the person who hired you. Tell her that I saved those photos on a cloud drive and did a set up that if I didn't even log in to the drive account in person within 24 hours, those photos would be sent to various domestic forums automatically. Moreover, they would be automatically sent out every one hour." Mrs. White scolded, "I don't fu*king care about the photos you're taking about!" ...... As soon as she finished her words, she kicked my thigh severely! I, who had been tortured by her for a long tim
In an instant, I emotionally broke down. "No..." I shook my head and stepped back. But Mrs. White pulled my hair and dragged me into the cage! Then, she closed the door. I shouted, "Let me out!" Mrs. White looked at me and said, "Let you out? Have it in your dreams!" Then she took one of her subordinates in her arms and said, "Let's go out and discuss how to let her speak." "Copy that." "No problem." Her subordinates responded flatteringly. Curling up in the cage, I couldn't help but begin to tremble again, feeling more frightened than I had been when my head had been covered. I was so afraid that everything happening in prison back then would happen all over again. At this time, I closed my eyes as if I could envision the days when I was in prison. I was so afraid. I couldn't help it. I even wondered whether I was sick. Soon, they came in. They tortured me in the same way as they had
After Tyler left, I went to Patrick's ward. He lived in a super VIP ward of this hospital. And his ward alone took up more than 100 square meters. As I was about to enter the ward, I saw that Patrick was lying on the bed and that Wilson was reporting to him on the side. So I waited outside in silence. After a while, Wilson came out. When he saw me, he looked at me with a little strange look in his eyes. After entering the ward, I walked over to Patrick's bedside. A corner of Patrick's hospital gown peeked out of the quilt, revealing a white gauze. And drip-feeding was hanging on the side. "I'm sorry." I sat down. "I am good as long as you're fine." Patrick reached out and held my hand. Although Patrick's internal organs didn't get hurt, he had bled a lot. According to the doctor in the hospital, Patrick needed to stay in the hospital for at least a week. And then he could go home to rest. During this week, I asked for le
Knowing why Gina was calling me, I blacklisted her number without any deliberation. But soon, Jeremy's call came. I looked at it and blacklisted his number as well. I had made up my mind about this matter. "No matter who comes to beg me, I won't let Caroline go." She had killed my child. And I couldn't just let her go in vain. I went home. Just as I was about to enter the gate of my residential quarter, I heard someone calling me, "Charlotte!" Then, someone grabbed my hand. I turned around and saw Gina coming out of nowhere. And she looked at me with a smile on her face and said kindly, "Charlotte, I haven't seen you for a long time. You've lost weight." Jeremy was behind her. With a fawning smile on his face, Jeremy was holding a famous brand's package in his hand. I roughly glanced at it and recognized it was a bag. "What's the matter?" I looked at them without any expression on my face. In my opinion, I had broken up
At that time, I was extremely nervous. What I feared most was that Rosy would force me to withdraw the complaint. Based on how she favored me, if she made such a request, I surely would compromise. Rosy nodded after hearing my words. Then she patted my hand and said, "Charlotte, sorry that you were wronged." I lowered my head and said nothing, waiting for her to finish her words. To my surprise, Rosy didn't persuade me to withdraw the accusation. Instead, she said to me, "Let everything take its course naturally. Caroline is spoiled by us. It's good for her to stay there and learn some lessons. But after she is there, Jeremy will find someone to help her. And she won't have a hard time there." Of course, I knew that. The cells in the prison were divided into different levels. Only people who like me, who was abandoned and specifically "taken care of" under Caroline's instruction, would be put in the worst cells with people like Mrs. White.
I threw away the things in my hand and went to the door of the orphanage. Then I took out my cell phone which had just been fixed. After hesitating for a while, I dialed Patrick's number. After the phone was connected, I said briefly, "I'll withdraw my complaint." The one over the phone was silent at first. After a while, I heard Patrick's voice. And he said, "Okay." "However, I have two conditions." "Say it." "First of all, you can't do anything to the orphanage and Glorious Seth Design." "Okay." "Secondly, divorce me." I had already figured it out. However much I loved Patrick, Patrick would only have Caroline on his mind. In that case, I shouldn't hold onto those unrealistic illusions anymore. Patrick had never fallen in love with me. From the beginning to the end, he was always in love with Caroline Archer. After I saw through the reality, I was no longer in a dilemna. Originally, I thought Patrick would agree