Chapter 218 Signs of Awakening
Patricia was just about to mess with the oxygen mask on Sinclair's face when the ICU door swung open again.
Michael stormed in, eyebrows furrowed. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Michael, chill. I saw Sinclair's mask was all wonky, so I was just fixing it," she said, trying to look all innocent and sincere.
Michael walked over to the bed, checked Sinclair, and then shot Patricia a cold look. "You need to bounce. No more visits."
"She's gonna be your fiancée. What's wrong with me checking on her? Sinclair's family too, you know. Ever since her accident, you've been such a hardass," Patricia whined, sounding all hurt.
Michael, already on edge, snapped, "You used to treat her like crap. She doesn't like you. Are you here just to mess with her?"
"What? I just had a little spat with her, that's all."
"Whatever. Just leave. She needs peace and quiet."
Patricia bit her lip, trying to hold back her anger. Since Sinclair's accident, Michael had completely changed.
He used to be so whatever about Sinclair, but now that she was out cold, he was all over her.
Patricia turned and left the ICU, muttering, "Fine, I'm out. Clearly, I'm not wanted. Even you don't like me now."
Michael frowned. He was disappointed in Patricia, but she was still his sister. "Stop hitting the bars with those losers. Get your act together."
"I know, I'm already job hunting," she grumbled as she left.
Michael walked back to Sinclair's side and let out a tired sigh. Ever since the accident, he'd been a wreck.
Running between the hospital and work, he was running on fumes. Exhaustion was written all over his face.
He gently took Sinclair's hand and whispered, "Sinclair, please wake up. As soon as you do, I'll marry you."
She'd always wanted to marry him. He finally got it, but now she was just lying there.
He touched her forehead softly. "Sinclair, don't sleep anymore. Wake up, okay?"
"You said you wanted me to go with you to try on wedding dresses. The store called; your dress is in, waiting for you."
"When you wake up, we'll go try it on. Please wake up, okay?"
He added, "Oh, the ring I proposed with in Oakvale County, you said it was too big. I got a new one."
Michael pulled out a small velvet box and took out the new ring.
He slipped it onto her finger. This time, it fit perfectly.
He stared at her for a long time.
Until a nurse came in and said, "Visiting hours are over. You need to leave."
Michael leaned down and kissed her forehead gently. "Sinclair, I'll be back tomorrow. Rest up."
After he left, Sinclair's finger, the one with the blood oxygen monitor, twitched a bit.
Maybe she was starting to wake up.
Michael had just left the hospital and was sitting in his car when his phone buzzed.
It was a text from the bank.
Patricia had just yanked $200,000 from his account.
He had already frozen one of her credit cards, but she still had another. When she quickly spent the money on the second one, he didn't add funds to it.
But now, she'd clearly used his card to pull $200,000 through online banking.
Michael's face darkened as he dialed her number.
"Did you just withdraw $200,000?" he asked, his voice icy.
On the other end, Patricia hesitated. "Michael, you kicked me out. I haven't found a job yet. You don't expect me to be homeless, do you? I'm crashing at a friend's place, but I can't stay there forever. Think of it as a loan. I'll pay you back once I start earning."
Michael didn't really care about the $200,000.
Patricia had always been spoiled. She'd once blown over a million bucks in a single day on his card.
He used to let it slide. Having lost their parents at a young age, he felt a deep responsibility as her brother to do his utmost to fulfill her every need.
But now, he realized he'd been too soft. He tried to set her straight, but her bad habits were like concrete—hard to break.
"Even if you need a place, you don't need to pull $200,000 at once. What are you doing with that kind of money?" Michael asked.
"You know I used to spend a lot. $200,000 goes fast. It's easy to get used to luxury, but hard to go back. Even if you want to cut me off, give me some time to adjust, right? And it's just $200,000. You never cared when I spent $2 million. Now that you have a fiancée, you don't care about me anymore?"
Patricia excelled at persuading Michael.
"I'm freezing this card and covering the $200,000," Michael said.
Patricia started to cry. "Michael, you promised to take care of me. I'm already so broke. How can you be so heartless?"
"If you weren't so lazy, of course I would give you money. I don't expect you to be extraordinary, but at least make an effort to be respectable. I wouldn’t mind helping you out then. Patricia, you're acting like a freeloader. I don’t want to watch you throw your life away. Think about your future!"
With that, Michael hung up.
Despite his tough talk, Patricia was still his only family.
Lately, he'd kicked her out, and he had no idea who she was hanging with. That Matthew guy she was always with was bad.
Michael worried Patricia might get dragged into something shady, so he called his assistant, Luke. "Find out what Patricia's doing with that $200,000."
"Got it, boss."
Patricia usually spent a lot, but pulling $200,000 in cash was weird.
If she wanted a bag, she could just use the card. Why the cash?
Matthew had been living recklessly abroad. If they were hitting bars and messing with drugs...
The thought made Michael's blood run cold.
If Patricia got mixed up in that, her life would be toast.
Michael even regretted sending her abroad for school. She didn't learn anything good, and without supervision, she picked up a ton of bad habits. Whenever he tried to set her straight, she'd just sass him, calling him old-fashioned.
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