As he entered, he scanned the room looking for Patricia, once he saw her, he hurried towards her, asking in a low voice, “Are you ok?” Shaking her head, Patricia said it was nothing to worry about.“These are just injuries from when they knocked me out. After being brought here, she didn’t really do anything to me…” she reassured Martin. Compared to her, Debbie had clearly suffered worse. Martin didn’t say more, he simply asked for a first-aid kit from his bodyguard and carefully treated her wounds. The medicine felt cool on her skin and brought immediate relief. Patricia looked up at the man whose face was etched with worry and couldn’t help but ask, “What are you planning to do to her?”Martin replied nonchalantly, “You don't have to worry about this issue. Just rest!”Patricia persisted, “The Langley family has always had a good relationship with the Thomas family, I don't want you to become enemies with the Thomas family because of me.”His eyes darkened slightly, “Don't worry
The video showed little Bobby lying on the operating table, pale and alone. The chief surgeon, Debbie, was accompanied by an assisting physician and two nurses. Prepared to begin, Debbie hesitated, eliciting a frantic urging from the assistant, “Professor Brown, you must proceed quickly or it will be too late.”Debbie, annoyed, looked at Bobby, who was connected to oxygen, “Where to start? This is a postoperative complication, and the survival rate is just one in ten thousand. Even an attempt to save him is a waste of time.”Refusing to accept this, the assistant said, “Even if the chance is one in a hundred thousand, we cannot give up. That's our duty as doctors.”Debbie sneered, “Duty, my foot. You save him, that's duty. If not, he's a hot potato.”The assistant was stunned, feeling helpless to act, and Debbie rambled on, “How did Patricia do it last time? How did she save him? I should have watched her operate. If only I knew what to do now.”The nurses exchanged shocked glances.
Despair engulfed Debbie: it was limitless and suffocating. She clung desperately to Mrs. Thomas’s legs, pleading for mercy, but to no avail – Mrs. Thomas had lost all semblance of sanity and was deaf to her cries. With a casual wave of her hand, Debbie was dragged away. Her piercing pleas and sobbing echo through the basement long after her figure disappeared.Once Debbie was gone, Mrs. Thomas, leaning on her cane, hobbled out of the basement to a room at the end of the corridor on the second floor. Darkness enveloped the room, save for the flickering red lights of candles illuminating an altar. Above it rested Bobby's portrait, a photograph of a handsome young boy with a bright smile, his eyes twinkling like stars against the night sky. Mrs. Thomas took down the portrait, her wrinkled hands tenderly caressing Bobby's handsome face as tears dotted the image. "Bobby, forgive me. It's my fault. Grandmother was foolish to trust Debbie. Are you angry with me? Is that why you won't com
Since returning to the Ellenstein Villa District, Patricia had kept a vigilant eye on online developments. She saw the video as soon as it was released.Moreover, the moment of Debbie being discarded at the mall entrance was also captured and uploaded online, though her identity was concealed with mosaic.The hospital quickly issued a statement about her situation, declaring that she had been stripped of all her duties and that her future actions would have no connection to the institution.Not long ago, Debbie, the rising star of the medical world, had shone brightly for only a few days before plummeting like a meteor, shattering completely.The stock price of the Watson family's corporation also suffered due to her scandal, plummeting wildly.Watching the video online again, despite having witnessed the incident once, Patricia still felt a sense of shock and fear.Had Martin not arrived in time, would she have faced the same fate as Debbie now?Although Debbie had brought this upon
After Patricia went downstairs, Martin took a bath, changed into comfortable home clothes, and went down to stand in the kitchen doorway. Leaning against the frame, he watched Patricia bustling about with a warmth in his heart that was hard to put into words. He found himself wishing things could always be this way. Why hadn't he cherished her five years ago? For the sake of his damned pride and promises, he divorced her, leading to the situation he faced now. A man not prone to regret, Martin felt it now for the first time regarding his decision to divorce Patricia.As Patricia finished stir-frying a few dishes and was about to carry them out, she turned to find Martin leaning in the doorway, startling her: "How long have you been standing there? You didn’t make a sound; you almost scared me to death."Martin offered a thin smile and took the dishes from her hands to place them on the dining table outside. Patricia handed him the other plates. Gratefully accepting them, Martin che
With her back to the door, Patricia was oblivious to Martin listening eagerly. She talked on the phone while heading upstairs. Something said on the other end of the call left her beaming, "It's not that I haven't contacted you; it's just that too many events have recently prevented me from doing so," she said.Already fuming, Martin overheard Patricia's next words, "Dinner? Sure, when?"Martin longed to hear more, but the sounds ceased. Turning around, Patricia had vanished. He hesitated, then decided to follow her upstairs and press his ear to the door, trying to eavesdrop. Unfortunately, despite how close he got, he heard nothing.Regretting his earlier decision, Martin thought he shouldn’t have soundproofed the doors so well—now his own defenses were working against him. After several unsuccessful tries, Martin gave up, suppressing the urge to kick the door and left with jealousy burning within.Completely unaware of Martin's eavesdropping, Patricia ended the call with Hunter h
Patricia was driving, mulling over her impending conversation with Samuel, when her phone rang again. She answered using the car's Bluetooth system, "Hello…"Samuel's deep voice filled the compact car's cabin, "Martin is following you. Lose him. I don't want him involved."Checking the rearview mirror at his warning, Patricia indeed spotted Martin's car. His Maybach was two vehicles behind, maintaining a cautious distance that would hardly be noticeable unless one was looking intently.Patricia sneered, "He's Charles' father; of course, he's involved. Why should I stop him from knowing?"Samuel's voice suddenly dropped, "If you let him know, I won't guarantee my next step. You'll regret it."The naked threat clenched Patricia's hold on the steering wheel, channeling her rage. Predicting her acquiescence, Samuel ended the call. Patricia glared in the rearview mirror, recalling the authority and influence Samuel wielded despite no longer managing the Langley Group. Earning his ire was
"A woman who has had a child with another man is no longer suitable for my son," Samuel scoffed coldly. "No, that’s not it, Fannie..." In urgent desperation, Patricia almost revealed Fannie's true identity, but before she could utter another word, Samuel interjected."That's one reason; another is I do not want Martin marrying a wife who only brings him trouble and needs constant protection.”“The Langley family may not require a marriage for alliances, but I still desire a woman who is his match—not in terms of money, but in competence, intelligence, means... You're a mother; I expect you to understand." Samuels harsh words fell.The former was just an excuse. His true desire remained the latter. Samuel did not wish for Martin to have a wife who would only cause him problems and leave him to clean up the mess.Patricia felt as if she'd been plunged into icy water, unable to catch her breath; her head reeled as though everything was exploding—pain, panic, and helplessness dominated h
Martin, lost in thought and gazing into the distance, didn't see Charlotte deliberately fall to the ground when her relatives reached out to her."Ah..."Her cry successfully snapped Martin back to reality.He immediately bent down to help her up. "Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?"Charlotte, tears welling up in her eyes, replied pitifully, "My wrist hurts so much, I think I've fallen on it again! I hope it's not dislocated?"Martin noticed the bandage on her wrist had come undone.The packet of medicine inside was nearly falling out. Anger started to well up inside him; this time, he was thoroughly enraged."Alan, take all of them to the police station, contact the lawyer, charge them with slander, intentional harm, extortion... I want them in jail."Feeling his boss's rage, Alan immediately carried out the order."Why are you suing us? We're the ones who have been wronged.""Just because you're wealthy doesn't put you above the law. Let me tell you, we won't back down without pr
Hunter looked at her with tenderness, patiently waiting for her to finish speaking.Seeing his gentle expression, Patricia found it difficult to voice the words at the tip of her tongue. Nervously she reached for the lemon water on the table and took a gulp.She drank too hastily, and the sourness made her teeth quiver, causing her face to scrunch up.Hunter was amused by her adorable expression and considerately poured a little packet of sugar into her lemon water."I remember you used to hate sour tastes! What changed? Are you not afraid anymore? Going straight for it?" he asked with a smile.With her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and faced with his caring gesture, found her words of refusal even harder to pronounce.Hunter stirred the water in her cup with a straw for a while, making sure the sugar dissolved, then handed it back to her: "Here, try now. It shouldn't be sour anymore."Patricia nodded and took a sip through the straw. The taste was a bittersweet delight.Although
Only when the phone’s ringtone broke the silence, the deadlock was finally broken.Martin glanced at the caller ID with a gloomy expression, sighed, turned the phone upside down on his thigh in resignation. He turned to Patricia, unbuckled his seatbelt, and moved closer, taking hold of her shoulders. With a serious and helpless look on his face, he said, "Patricia, I'm sorry, I admit I was too overbearing just now. But I'm being overprotective because I care about you so much, and I don't want to see you getting too close with Hunter."Care? It was the first time Patricia had heard this word from him.The anger in her chest dissipated almost instantly, and her tone softened unconsciously. "Hunter and I grew up together. When Debbie and her daughter bullied me, he was the one who protected and encouraged me time after time. He is very important to me. If a condition for remarrying you is to cut ties with him, then I can give you the answer now."Even without her saying it, Martin gues
Martin didn't give her a chance to escape, questioning every word, "So, is what Hunter said true? Are you really going to get engaged and marry him?"Patricia felt that the matters between her and Hunter couldn't be explained in just a few words, and moreover, everything was premature without having cleared things up with Hunter first.Seeing her still not responding, Martin grew impatient and urged, "Answer my question."Patricia pulled her hand back and said indifferently, "I won't marry him."That was her only answer. The rest, she wasn't ready to share with Martin yet.This answer caused a surge of joy in Martin's heart, his previously tense facial features gradually softened as he smiled like a child, unable to hide his delight."I knew you wouldn't like him." He said.Patricia rolled her eyes at him, "Now take me back to the restaurant."The smile on Martin's face vanished in an instant, and he refused without hesitation, "No, I won’t..."Before he could finish, his cell phone r
Upon hearing his question, Patricia burst into laughter, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "So what if it is? What difference does it make if it isn't?"She did not deny it.Martin took her non-denial as an admission, and his handsome face darkened like the bottom of a pot, his eyes filled with brooding shadows."I don't agree.""Haha..." Patricia laughed even harder, her snort of derision loud and unmasked. "And might I ask, who are you to me? By what right do you interfere? What does it matter to you whom I'm with? At best, you're nothing more than my ex-husband. Remember, ex-hus-band."She enunciated the words “ex-husband” deliberately, making sure he grasped their significance.Martin's normally composed brows furrowed, wrapping him in an aura of cold sternness.He was clearly displeased with these words. Then silence hung in the air, heavy and enigmatic.He spoke with grave seriousness, "Let's remarry!"As he spoke, a chilly wind blew past them, its whistling sound drowning out Mar
Hunter expected Martin to back down and leave in a sorry state.However, to his surprise, Martin’s expression was filled with pain as he stared at their clasped hands for a moment and then strode over to them.Confusion filled Patricia as she instinctively turned her head and locked eyes with Martin, whose gaze burned with fierce anger. Her mind felt like it was exploding as if something detonated."How did you get here?" Patricia asked, barely able to form the words.No sooner had the words left her lips than Martin had reached out, forcibly separating Patricia and Hunter's clasped hands. In Patricia's stunned state, he grabbed her wrist and started to pull her away."Martin, what are you doing?" Patricia's heart began to flutter with slight panic.Martin's face had been a ghastly sight just now, as if he was on the verge of a killing spree. She had no clue where his rage was coming from.Hunter quickly stood up and seized Patricia's other wrist, forcing Martin to stop. Martin turned
The doctor conducted a thorough examination of Charlotte. Her wrist wasn't fractured but had suffered from a dislocation and soft tissue damage."Mr. Langley, please hold her tightly. I'm about to reset the bones in her wrist, which may cause some discomfort. Keep her steady, and do not let her move.""Bone reset!" Just hearing it, Charlotte's eyes widened with fear, and her body trembled. Despite this, she bravely closed her eyes, extended her hand, and prepared herself for the pain. "Go ahead! I'm not afraid of the pain!"The doctor looked surprised and said, "It's going to be very painful. Are you sure you're not afraid?"His words instantly drained the color from her face, but she vigorously nodded, clenching her teeth, and refusing to voice her fear."I'm not afraid! Back when I was boarding at school, someone pushed me down the stairs, and I broke my leg but didn’t cry. I can handle this pain!" she explained."You were pushed down the stairs?" Martin's discerning eyes narrowed,
Patricia's heart skipped a beat. She knew she had been framed, again. And this woman's tactics were identical to Debbie's.Not only did she remind her of Debbie, but her methods and cunning were also the same. Indeed, Martin's taste had never changed. He always liked these hypocritical, nauseating women who could put on an act.The incident had happened too quickly; the onlookers only saw a scuffle but hadn't truly seen who had started it. They only saw someone fall and another with a hand outstretched as if pushing, so they naturally assumed Patricia was the aggressor."Professor Watson, what happened? Why did you push her?" one on looker asked."Yes, Professor Watson, is there some conflict between you two? If so, have a proper conversation about it. Getting physical in public won't do your reputation any favors." Another said."Yes! Professor Watson, perhaps you and her should talk in your office? It's not convenient in this corridor."After the incident with Debbie, everyone's vie
Martin had thought he would be calm when he saw Patricia again, as if nothing had ever happened.But in this moment, with Patricia standing right in front of him, his heart raced with intense emotions that he had suppressed for so long. It was in that moment that he realized the depth of his love for her, far greater than he had ever imagined.He couldn't bear to see her with Hunter, nor could he draw a clear line between them. "You..."Martin's lips parted as he tried to speak to her, to bridge the distance between them.Unfortunately, Patricia had made up her mind to keep her distance, and with her head bowed, she took a step back, yielding the path ahead.Martin clenched his fists tightly, struggling to contain the anger and turmoil within him. Unaware of the tension between Martin and Patricia, Charlotte flashed a sweet smile at Martin and said, “Martin, let’s go! I can’t wait to see Randy!”Patricia smirked derisively, her lips curling up."Well, isn’t that affectionate?"Marti