Spoil My Errant Wife (Patrick and Christina)
Chapter 41: The Pocket Watch

The car got off the highway and headed for C City's largest private hospital.

Cory, who was in the driver's seat looked at Christina from time to time and said, "Christina, Cecilia and you look very alike.She..."

"She's not related to me!"

Christina said quickly with a straight face, "Please pull over."

The man parked the car by the side, turned to stare at her side face, and he said in a deep voice, "I just care about you..."

"Cory! I don't need you to care about me!" snapped Christina.

Christina opened the door urgently, trying to get out.

"Christina, you don't have to avoid me like this.I don't mean any harm to you.If I really wanted to hurt you, I would have..." Cory paused.

He said in a calm voice, "I just want to remind you that don't be fooled by the look of the women in the circle. They are not as simple as you think. Cecilia looks like you so much. She must have had plastic surgery. You have to be careful..."

Christina was surprised.

He seemed to care about her...

She opened the car door, walked out, looked down at the man in the car, and said word for word, "Cory, you came to C City this time to deal with the marriage with Carrie, right? Frankly, I'm not broad-minded, and I won't forgive you. You won't get my blessing! But I won't bring you any trouble. Please remember, we're done..."

She knew her feelings clearly, and if she loved, she would do her best, but she didn't care about those expired concerns.

Cory, however, sat in the car, narrowed his eyes, and stared at the woman walking away step by step...

"Christina!" He shouted at her back.

"Christina, it's not because you're from Dickens Family that I care about you, but..."

But because...Cory watched her disappear around the corner and was lost for words...

Even he couldn't explain himself.

Because the last time he agreed to marry Carrie in front of Mr.Hopkins, he and Carrie went to the civil affairs bureau to sign for their certificate the next day. These days, they were busy with the wedding.

Everything went well, but he felt a little disappointed and unresigned.

Cory punched the steering wheel angrily.

The horn of the car gave a sharp beep.

He was irritable and confused as if some truth had been hidden by something, and he had been deceived and schemed.

At the corner, Christina took a deep breath.

"What's wrong with him?"

Frowning, she was angry.

However, just now when Cecilia was making a fuss about her relationship with Patrick in the private room, his sudden appearance made her less embarrassed.

Without thinking further, Christina calmed down and walked to the hospital across the street.

She came to C City this time to visit her grandmother in the hospital.

She would go back to A City soon to leave the place that upset her.

When Christina arrived at Mrs.Dickens's ward in the inpatient department, she was in good spirits.

She sat on the hospital bed and was overjoyed to see Christina.

"Christina, you're here."

Christina, however, said with a calm expression, "Grandma, are you feeling..."

"Where's Patrick?"

Mrs.Dickens looked behind her excitedly without waiting for her to finish her words.

However, seeing that there was no one behind Christina, Mrs.Dickens immediately darkened her face and said with reproach, "Christina, don't pull a long face all day. Mr.Hopkins won't like that. People will judge that you're ill-bred "

Christina stood on the spot, motionless.

She wanted to refute but bit back the words she would like to have said.

Mrs.Dickens looked at the only granddaughter and couldn't help but recall the past.

She said in anger, "Back then, your mother pushed Connie down the stairs and caused her to miscarry. My eldest grandson was gone!"

"Grandma, that has nothing to do with my mother.Connie fell down on her own!"

Christina clenched her hands and couldn't help but retort.

"Connie was pregnant. How could she fall down on her own!"

Mrs.Dickens didn't expect Christina to retort.

Her face darkened immediately.

The previous generation always prioritized men over women.

After Connie's miscarriage, she fell ill and couldn't get pregnant again.

Mrs.Dickens hated the dead Mary even more and felt that it was Mary who caused Dickens Family's misfortune.

"Grandma, I have something urgent to go back to A City.If you need anything, just call the nurse.."

Christina didn't want to stay for a moment when it came to her mother.

"Wait a minute, I haven't finished!"

Mrs.Dickens was immediately displeased to see that she couldn't wait to leave.

"How can you serve the young master in Hopkins Family with your rude character? Do you want to be abandoned by a man for a second time? Our family can't afford to be more embarrassed," Mrs. Dickens said.

Christina stood outside the ward, holding her bag tightly in her right hand.

Mrs.Dickens didn't like her very much.

Christina's temper was not as gentle as Carrie's.

She was too stubborn, too lively from a young age, unlike other socialites who were amenable.

Besides her looks, nothing about her was to Mrs. Dickens's liking.

But now...

After all, her granddaughter married into Hopkins Family, and Mrs.Dickens's tone softened at the thought.

"Christina, you are my granddaughter. Of course, I want you to be happy, but there are some things that you may not like to hear. Men like women like Connie and Carrie.Be good and be gentle. That's what makes you likable..."

She wanted her to learn from Connie and Carrie....

There was suppressed mockery in Christina's eyes.

She raised her head and looked at Mrs. Dickens on the bed.

"Grandma, if there's nothing else, I'll go back and learn how to please that Patrick..."

With that, Christina walked out. This time, she no longer hesitated.

"Stop, I haven't finished..."

Mrs.Dickens also knew Christina's stubbornness.

Seeing that she had left directly, she shouted at her back and ordered.

"Help your dad with the business...Use your baby as the chip, so that the women outside won't get in the way...'

Bang...

It was not until Christina slammed the door of the ward that the sound gradually faded.

"I really shouldn't have come here"

She really hated herself for being soft-hearted.

Christina leaned against the hospital wall with her eyes closed.

She calmed herself down and said to herself, "..Back to ACity-'

Even though the old man in Hopkins Family had a stern face and was cold and dignified all day, she'd rather go back to the Hopkins Family...

She knew that she no longer had a home and that the Dickens Family was only using her.

She also knew that Hopkins Family was only her temporary residence, but at least...

She suddenly wanted to go back.I She took out the phone from her bag and wanted to book the fastest return ticket, only to replace that there was an incoming f call and a text message on her phone. It was Patrick who called.

[ I'm in C City.]

His message was very short.

'Patrick is in C City! Christina felt strange.Looking at the phone screen number with complicated eyes, she hesitated for a moment, lightly touched the callback button, and waited for him to answer nervously...

She wondered if she was supposed to ask him why he came to C City, for official business? Or for her?! She blushed after letting her mind wander for a while.

However, half a minute later, Christina immediately lowered her head in frustration because Patrick's phone was not answered.

"What? Is it because I missed his call that he purposely didn't answer?"

She mumbled, telling herself that he would answer if she called again.

But in fact, Patrick still didn't answer the phone.

Christina was awkward.

"Should I wait for him to go back to A City now?" she wondered.

Listening to the cold mechanical tone coming from the other end of the phone, she pursed her lips and left him a message.

[ Patrick, I'm staying at W Hotel...]

Patrick's phone rang a few times when it received a new text message.

However, he did not notice as the black phone and an expensive suit jacket were left in the car.

"It seems that Patrick's cell phone is ringing?"

Charles immediately turned to the back seat of the car when he heard the sound.

He turned to Chandler in the driver's seat and asked, "Shall we give him his phone?"

Chandler looked at the gate of First High School of C City, looked down for a while, and replied, "Leave him alone"

Charles looked up.

Patrick got out of the car and walked towards the high school alone.

He looked a little weird and obviously didn't want to be disturbed.

In that case, none of them dared to follow Charles.

Some of the memories of this high school were heavy for Patrick.

After six years, they almost avoided talking about it.

Charles noticed that Patrick was holding a small golden object in his right hand and patted Chandler on the shoulder curiously.

"Chandler, Patrick seems to treasure his pocket watch..."he said.

Chandler nodded in agreement.

He remembered one time when they hung out in Fire Club, Patrick accidentally lost the pocket watch, and he was so desperate to look for it.

Charles approached him with a curious look and said, "Hey, Chandler, you saw the picture of the woman embedded in Patrick's pocket watch. You said it was Cecilia.Are you sure about that?"

Chandler was a little uncertain.

That time, he just glanced at it and was about to take a few more glances when Patrick snatched it back.

He didn't take a closer look.

"It should be Cecilia. Who else would it be?"

"Cecilia, where are you going?"

At this moment, a woman in a student costume ran out of the school gate excitedly, completely ignoring the manager behind her.

"Patrick!" Cecilia ran up to him with a look of surprise.

"Patrick, are you coming to visit me?"

As she spoke, her face flushed.

Patrick looked at the woman who suddenly appeared, but did not answer her. He stared at her face, his thoughts drifting away...

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