Chapter 359 Quarrel
The atmosphere in the ward was oppressive.
Patrick used to take great care of Tiffany.
It had been three days without a trace of him, something that would have been impossible before.
"Patrick." Tiffany weakly leaned against the headboard, her powdered lips trembling as she gazed at Patrick with tearful eyes. "Have you been busy lately? I understand if you can't get away from the company's affairs.
"It's nothing serious, just a perforated eardrum. I've already had surgery and..."
Patrick interrupted her, his tone low. "Tiffany, I'm here to ask you something. Is what Evelyn said that day true?"
Tiffany was taken aback, her pupils trembling. "Patrick, do you still doubt me? I'm your wife, you know how I treat you! I gave birth to two daughters for you, and I almost died giving birth to Molly. I've sacrificed so much for you, how could I have a second thought and get involved with a murder suspect?
"Patrick! Do you not love me anymore? When you don't love someone, you suspect everything they do, and everything they do is wrong!"
The more angry her words, the more nervous she felt inside.
All the indignant questioning was to cover up her inner panic.
"I'm not talking about that man named Trevor. I'll investigate whatever is between you two myself." Patrick's eyes were calm. "I'm talking about Joyce. Were you behind the attack on Joyce?"
"No! No! It wasn't me!" Tiffany frantically explained, "Why would I harm her? What would I gain from it? Why would I take that risk!"
Patrick just looked at her, clutching the phone that had warmed in his palm.
In these three days, he had actually had his secretary secretly investigate the relationship between Tiffany and Trevor. Although it wasn't as Evelyn had said, that the two had once had a secret affair and Tiffany had given Trevor her necklace as a token of love, part of it was true. Tiffany did know Trevor, and they had interacted more than once.
Moreover, although he didn't find any call records between Tiffany and Trevor on her phone, he had a hunch and had someone pull all of Debra's call records as well.
There, a number appeared that didn't match anyone in Debra's social network.
After investigation, the number wasn't registered under a real name, but its location matched the direction of Trevor's rental place. Patrick's heart sank.
Debra had never been to that kind of slum.
So there was only one possibility for someone using Debra to contact that place.
"Tiffany, do you know what I liked most about you back then?" Patrick took a deep breath and suddenly asked.
Tiffany was stunned again, trying hard to recall.
She thought that Patrick must have been attracted to her youth and beauty back then.
But she overlooked one thing.
As the heir to the Wellington family, Patrick had attracted countless socialites and female celebrities. Despite their relentless efforts to win his heart, none had succeeded.
Back then, Tiffany was just an unknown actress. In terms of beauty, she couldn't compare to Joyce. In terms of family background, she was even less impressive.
Why, then, did Patrick choose her over so many actresses?
"Because back then, your eyes were very clear, innocent. I liked your lack of scheming. You made me want to protect you. In you, I found the dignity and satisfaction a man wants."
Tiffany was completely stunned.
Clear, innocent?
Were these words really describing her? She felt like they were talking about Edward's mother, Amanda.
The more she listened, the more it stung.
"But now it seems you don't need my protection. Even without me, you would find ways to get what you want and take revenge on those you dislike." Patrick's thick brows furrowed, his gaze dark.
He continued, "But this is the last time. I hope you will behave yourself in the future, stop troubling innocent people, and stop causing trouble for me and the Wellington family.
"Otherwise, I'll have to send you abroad, far away from Mugden's disputes, to find some peace."
Hearing that Patrick wanted to send her away, Tiffany was both shocked and furious!
"Patrick, what do you mean? Are you abandoning me? Just because of Evelyn's slander? Or, do you have some unspeakable feelings for Joyce? Is that why you're taking it out on me, trying to get rid of me?"
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Patrick's brows furrowed in anger, his voice hoarse.
"Did I hit the mark? Are you feeling guilty?" Tiffany's back stiffened, her neck veins bulging as she glared at Patrick with red eyes. "There were rumors back then about your affair with Joyce!"
Patrick's eyes narrowed, and he clenched his fists in silence.
"She was your dream girl, and I was just your second choice, wasn't I?"
These words had been buried in Tiffany's heart for many years, like a thorn piercing her soul. Now, as she pulled it out, she felt both anger and relief. "If Joyce hadn't ruined herself with drugs, she would probably be your wife, not me!"
"Have you said enough?" Patrick asked coldly, the veins on his forehead bulging.
"If you liked Joyce so much and wanted to protect her, why didn't you rush to her aid like Charlie did when she humiliated herself on stage? Why didn't you marry her?
"Because you didn't dare. You were afraid of being dragged down by such a disgraceful woman, ruining your reputation! Since you didn't care back then, what's the point of pretending to be so righteous now? To make up for past regrets?"
Patrick roared, "Tiffany! Shut up!"
Tiffany sneered, her eyes filled with disdain. "Edward is infatuated with Evelyn from the Taylor family, and you're infatuated with Joyce from the Taylor family. You two are really something."
Patrick, humiliated and furious, lost control and slapped her!
Tiffany felt like her eardrum was about to burst again, the pain bringing tears to her eyes, and her hatred making her vision go red!
Patrick was stunned, his numb fingers trembling as he clenched them.
This was the first time in his life he had hit a woman. His upbringing had made him believe that he shouldn't do this, but Tiffany's actions had pushed him to it!
"You actually hit me."
Tiffany suddenly burst into tears, jumping off the bed and running barefoot to the balcony. "What's the point of living? I might as well die!"
Patrick's eyes widened. "Someone, help!"
The secretary and bodyguards outside the door rushed in, seeing Tiffany about to jump, they quickly grabbed her, holding her like a prisoner.
Tiffany's face was covered in tears and snot, completely losing her composure.
"Have two maids come in to watch her in shifts, and you all, guard the door 24/7. If anything happens to her, you're responsible," Patrick ordered with a dark expression.
"Yes, sir!"
After giving the order, Patrick shook his head in frustration and left the ward with heavy steps.
He didn't look back at Tiffany even once.
Tiffany's mouth hung open, her legs trembling, her body slowly sinking until she collapsed to her knees.
Crying didn't help, making a scene didn't help. Now, even if she threatened to die in front of him, Patrick wouldn't stay by her side or even look at her.
'Patrick, you don't love me anymore, do you? Or maybe, I was just a substitute for someone else, and you never really loved me,' she thought.
Tiffany laughed maniacally, scaring the bodyguards pale. "Are you okay, ma'am?"
"Well, we really are a united couple now."
'You never loved me. And I never loved you! But Patrick, no matter what, I am the winner, I am the one who gained. Because I killed the woman you loved most in this life!' she screamed inwardly.
"It hurts, it hurts so much." When Debra groggily woke up, she found herself in a damp, filthy environment.
Squinting to see clearly, she realized she was in an abandoned warehouse, the smell of mold stinging her nose, and two rats scurrying along the wall.
Terrified, she scrambled backward, picking up a dirty brick and throwing it at the rats.
The rats ran away, their squeaks even more arrogant, as if mocking her openly.
"Is anyone there? Is anyone there? Help! Somebody help!"
As Debra screamed in panic, the warehouse door slowly opened.
After a blinding flash of light, a stunning figure in a black bodysuit walked in, her curves enough to make any man's blood boil.
"It's you, you're the woman who follows Mr. Clark!" Debra immediately recognized her.
"Good evening, Debra. You were out for quite a while, made me wait," Ellen said, her seductive eyes narrowing as she adjusted her black leather gloves, looking at Debra with a smirk.
"You brought me here? How dare you kidnap me?"
Debra gritted her teeth in anger but was visibly scared. "What is this place? Let me go! If you offend the Wellington family, not even Eric can protect you!"
Ellen's smile grew more amused, tilting her head as she watched Debra's outburst.
Seeing that communication was futile, Debra got up from the ground, gritting her teeth as she ran towards the door, shouting, "Help! Somebody help!"
Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen.
Ellen had lifted her long, slender leg and kicked her hard!
Debra flew far like a ball, landing heavily on the ground, her entire body aching as if all her bones were broken!
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