Chapter 127 In Critical Moments, Martin Emerges.
In the living room on the first floor.
Martin, clad in a sharp suit, his white shirt contrasting with the black, stood under the dazzling light of the crystal chandelier. His features were striking, his jawline sharp enough to instill a sense of awe.
Madam Thomas approached with a harmless smile, extending her hand in greeting. "Martin, what brings you here today? Perhaps a new business venture?"
Martin glanced at her outstretched hand with disdain, not wanting to waste time with pleasantries. "You know exactly why I'm here, Madam Thomas. Patricia, my wife, I would like you to hand her over to me."
Madam Thomas didn't seem perturbed. She withdrew her hand, her smile sly and foxy.
"Martin, what are you talking about? Patricia isn't here with me. You must be mistaken."
Martin chuckled lowly, his voice as cold as ice. "Madam Thomas, we've known each other for years. Let's not pretend. I wouldn't be here if I wasn't certain."
Unfazed, Madam Thomas retorted, still playing coy. "Professor Watson really isn't here! If you don't believe me, feel free to search."
She signaled her assistant Spike with a glance.
Spike nodded subtly.
Martin stood up, his imposing presence overwhelming her. "Madam Thomas, Patricia is the mother of my son. If anyone harms her, I will retaliate a hundredfold, a thousandfold, and I won't show mercy, even to an acquaintance."
Though Martin towered over Madam Thomas, she was seasoned and responded with a meaningful smile. "I share the same sentiment, Mr. Langley. If someone harms a person I care about, I will make them pay."
Martin caught the underlying threat in her words, his eyes glinting with icy ferocity. With a wave of his hand, Alan and the bodyguards began a thorough search.
Madam Thomas stood with ten thugs by her side.
Martin had brought thirty bodyguards.
The bodyguards split into three teams, ten in each, scouring the first, second, and third floors.
The house was thrown into chaos.
Spike slipped away in the commotion, rushing to the basement where Patricia and Debbie were held, attempting to move them before Martin's men arrived.
"Take them and leave quickly... Martin's men will find this place soon."
The two thugs at the door sprang into action upon hearing Spike's command.
But as they opened the door, a group of bodyguards surged in, subduing Spike and his men before they could react.
Spike realized he'd been tricked.
"You're despicable, luring us out like this."
"If we're talking about being despicable, Madam Thomas takes the cake," came a chilling retort.
A sudden cold aura filled the air...
Following that, Martin stepped in, his stride confident and commanding, exuding an air of dominion.
Hearing his voice, Patricia's eyes welled up with tears.
"Martin..."
She called out his name with all her might.
Martin's gaze pierced through the crowd, landing on Patricia huddled in a corner, trembling. His heart clenched at the sight, his eyes flashing with terrifying coldness.
He rushed over, his hands shaking as he pulled her into his arms, his large palm gently patting her back to comfort her.
"Don't be afraid, Patricia. I'm here now... It's all right..."
His voice was hoarse with emotion.
Feeling his familiar heartbeat, Patricia felt like she was dreaming, her tears flowing freely as all her pent-up emotions burst forth.
"I thought I'd never see you or the kids again..."
Martin's heart shattered at her sobs, his embrace tightening as if he could merge her into his very soul.
"I'm sorry I was late. I'll protect you from now on; this will never happen again."
His voice was low and steady, soothing to the soul.
Patricia nodded, trying to stop crying, not wanting to worry Martin.
But the tears wouldn't stop.
Martin held her tightly, allowing her to vent to her heart's content.
The thug who had been brutally assaulting Debbie froze at the sight of Martin, unsure whether to disengage or continue his vile act.
Debbie, her eyes swollen from crying and her voice hoarse from screaming, reached out a bruised hand to Martin in a glimmer of hope.
"Martin, save me... please..."
Only then did Martin notice her. Upon seeing her battered, barely alive, his expression remained calm, his lips parting to utter a chilling sentence: "Continue. Her fate is of no concern to me."
If not for her, Patricia wouldn't have suffered this ordeal.
She was the instigator, merely reaping what she sowed.
"Martin..."
A chill spread from Debbie's heart, freezing her to the core. She couldn't believe Martin would be so cold, so indifferent to her plight.
"Martin...?"
Patricia, her tears finally spent, sniffled and brought Martin back to the present.
He cupped her face, kissing away her tears tenderly.
His lips were soft and warm.
Patricia's heart fluttered, enveloped in a warmth she'd never felt before, a profound sense of security.
Martin lifted her in his arms and strode out. "I'm taking you to the hospital."
Exiting the basement, they encountered Madam Thomas, her face ashen.
"Martin, what is this about?"
Martin's aura was icy, his eyes harboring a deadly intent.
"Jocelyn Thomas, I will settle today's score in full," he declared, then shouted to Alan, "Don't let anyone here leave."
With that, he left with Patricia in his arms, not looking back.
Madam Thomas's furious roar echoed behind them.
"Martin, this is my territory. Don't think you can dismiss me just because the Langley family is the most powerful in the country. I'm not afraid of anyone..."
Martin ignored her, placing Patricia gently into the Maybach.
The driver started the car.
Martin cradled Patricia's face, his gaze touching the blood on her face and the wounds on her head, his eyes darkening with a bloodthirsty glint. His heart ached fiercely.
"That bastard dared to beat you!"
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