Chapter 11 Patricia Teaches A Scheming Bitch A Lesson
Debbie tearfully complained, feeling wronged, "Patricia, I know you were angry when I took Martin away five years ago. If you really like him, I can give him to you. Why are you treating me like this?"
Patricia furrowed her brows, feeling that this scene was familiar. It's like a plot in a TV drama where the malicious supporting actress frames the female lead.
It wasn't until Martin's voice came from behind that she confirmed her guess was right, she was being set up by Debbie.
"What happened?"
Martin walked over from behind Patricia and bent down to help Debbie up, an icy coldness seemed to surround him. Debbie feigned a groan and intentionally pulled her hand back, successfully making Martin notice the wound on her palm.
Martin furrowed his brows. "Did you get hurt?"
Fearfully, Debbie shrunk into Martin's embrace, tears falling down like pearls, one by one.
"Martin, don't blame Patricia. She loves you so much that she did something so extreme out of anger. It wasn't intentional."
Patricia swore that her acting skills were better than many professional actors now. She was like a pure and innocent bunny who had been bullied and wronged, while Patricia herself was the big bad wolf that had eaten her.
Martin raised an eyebrow and looked at Patricia with a playful tone. "You love me that much?"
Patricia chuckled self-mockingly. Five years ago, everyone knew she loved him, loved him to the point of losing her dignity and self. Yet, he still questioned her feelings for him until today. It was quite laughable.
Patricia didn't answer his question and coldly looked at Debbie. "You just said that if I really liked him, you would give him to me?"
Debbie couldn't quite grasp the meaning behind her words, but since they were already said, she could only nod in acknowledgment.
"As long as Patricia likes him, she can have him even if it costs my life."
In short, Martin was Debbie's life, and if Patricia really wanted him, she could take him away. It didn't matter if Patricia accepted or not, either way, Debbie would have the upper hand.
Without hesitation, Patricia said, "Since you've agreed, then break off the engagement with him. Let's choose a good day to remarry soon, so our little family can be reunited."
Debbie was stunned, by the fact that she actually dared to ask to be with Martin again . She momentarily forgot how to react. Martin's calm heart seemed to be struck hard, trembling violently as an indescribable feeling surged within him.
Patricia knew all along that Debbie was just acting, that she would never really give Martin away. She tugged at the corner of her mouth and sneered, "After five years, you're still as hypocritical as ever."
After saying that, she opened the car door, ready to leave. However, the anger wasn’t extinguished so easily. Since she had already been accused of a false crime, it would be a disgrace if she didn't do something in return.
With that in mind, Patricia suddenly turned around, raised her hand, and gave Debbie a hard slap on both cheeks, then pushed her forcefully backwards.
Her movements were so fast and sudden that Martin and Debbie couldn't react in time. By the time they regained their senses, Debbie had been pushed to the ground.
Patricia claps her hands and proudly says, "I don't like being taken advantage of. Since you falsely accused me of pushing you, I just pushed you back. I’m just taking advantage of the situation."
After speaking, Patricia opened the car door, gracefully she got in, and pressed the horn frantically. The sound of the horn almost shattering their eardrums.
Martin helped Debbie up from the ground and stood aside. Patricia, turned the steering wheel a few times and, skillfully drove the car out of the parking space. Stepping on the gas, she sped away.
Debbie was furious. Her hands hurt, her face hurt, even her bottom hurt – everything was hurting. She never expected that after five years, Patricia, who she used to bully, had completely transformed.
Not only had her language become sharper, but she dared to lay hands on her. Patricia made a mistake today, behaving like that towards Debbie.
Martin watched as Patricia drove away, feeling somewhat bewildered. He couldn't believe that the woman who used to be meek and obedient, with no will of her own, had transformed into a cat that bites back.
Seeing him staring in Patricia's direction, Debbie felt a crisis rising. In an attempt to bring win back his attention, she intentionally lets out a painful ‘ahem’.
Martin comes back to his senses and withdrew his gaze. His tone and expression were indifferent, showing neither excessive concern nor nervousness, as he asked her how she was.
Debbie shook her head and puts on a show. She responded to him, "I'm fine. I know she's still angry with me, but everything will be okay once her anger subsides."
Martin didn't continue the conversation or inquire further about the truth behind their conflict. He calmly suggested, "I'll take you inside, to have your injuries treated."
"Okay!" Debbie obediently nodded her head and leaned into his arms with her petite body.
Martin subtly distanced himself from her, subtly supporting her wrist with his hand, maintaining politeness without overstepping any boundaries. This was precisely what Debbie didn’t want to happen, but she was powerless to make Martin do more.
After delivering Debbie to the emergency room for treatment, Martin excused himself, saying that he needed to take care of Randy. Debbie was so close to exploding.
She was incredibly angry about the entire situation, and to make matters worse, she had injured her palm, and her wrist was swollen. Not only did she fail to sow discord, but she also got beaten up by Patricia.
She had never experienced such humiliation, she would wait, because she would get revenge one day.
Meanwhile, Patricia, who had achieved a complete victory over Debbie, was in a particularly good mood. She hummed along to the music in the car and swayed to the beat, tapping the steering wheel with her slender fingers rhythmically.
She was so happy that she forgot to look properly at the road ahead. When she finally realizes this she slammed on the brakes, but it was too late. The pedestrian had been knocked down. Quickly getting out of the car, she checked on the person, who was now on the ground.
Fortunately, it wasn’t a main road, and there weren't many vehicles passing by, so it didn't attract much attention.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
The man gets up from the ground, as if nothing happened, calmly brushing off the dust from his clothes. He says, "I'm fine!"
Patricia looked at him and saw that his palm was scraped, and blood was flowing out steadily.
"You're bleeding and saying it's nothing. Wait for me a moment, I'll be right there!"
After speaking, she turned and went back to the car, fetching a first-aid kit and skillfully disinfecting his wound while reminding him, "Remember, don't let it touch water within the next 24 hours, try to use your other hand as much as possible."
Her attention was too focused to notice, the man's gaze was fixed on her face. It wasn't until he called out, "Patricia," that she suddenly looked up and caught sight of a handsome face with delicate features, complemented by a light-colored shirt, exuding a carefree charm.
This face, could it be? "Hunter?"
After not seeing each other for so many years, despite his appearance being engraved in her mind, the long separation made Patricia unsure, afraid of mistaking someone else.
Hunter Miller grinned, "Yes, it's Hunter."
Patricia didn't expect that they would have a reunion one day, and she excitedly hugged him, overwhelmed with joy after being apart for so long.
"It's really you! We finally meet again. I thought we would never see each other again." She would never forget that when her mother, suffering from depression, jumped to her death, it was Hunter who accompanied her through the darkest moment of her life.
After Debbie and her mother entered the house, he also protected her from being bullied. If it weren't for him, she wouldn’t be who she was today. Hunter didn't care about his injured hand and tightly embraced her.
"I thought I mistook someone just now! I didn't expect it to be you. It's been ten years since we last saw each other, right?"
Patricia nodded vigorously, let go of him, her eyes reddened as she asked, "Yes! It's been ten years. Didn't you move with your family?"
"The Miller Group is preparing to open a branch in here, and I came here to inspect it. The first day I came back, I went to the Watson family to find you. Your father, Gavin, said you went missing five years ago, and I've been asking around for your news without any luck. Where have you been these past five years? What happened?"
Patricia felt that a few words couldn't explain it clearly, and she was afraid of delaying picking up her two precious children. She returned to the car and took out a business card to hand it to him.
"I have to go pick up my kids from school now. Here is my contact information. Let's find a time to sit down and catch up."
Hunter was slightly taken aback, something flashed in the depths of his eyes. "Are you married?"
Patricia said, "I divorced a long time ago!"
Hunter visibly sighed in relief. "Alright, go and pick up your children. I'll be in touch."
Patricia nodded, glanced at the time on her phone, and turned around. Waving goodbye to Hunter from inside the car, she drove away. Hunter looked at the business card in his hand, a gentle smile slowly forming on his lips, and his warm gaze shimmered.
It was then that, his well-dressed assistant approached, "Mr. Miller, everything is arranged at the hospital. We can go there now."
Hunter nodded and got into his car. The Bentley stopped in front of the flower bed by the roadside. An hour and a half later, the Bentley drove into a psychiatric hospital in the suburbs. Hunter arrived outside a tightly sealed room. Sitting inside was a man.
The man had his back to the door, staring blankly out the window. His body swayed back and forth, and his mouth was rambling, uttering incomprehensible words. Hunter tightly grasped the stainless steel railing above the door to control his emotions while calling out softly, "Brother..."
The man slowly turned around, revealing a face identical to Hunter's. He smiled at him, drool trickling down from the corner of his mouth.
"You've come."
Hunter's heart ached intensely. Hatred filled his eyes that were blurred by tears.
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