Chapter 128 Martin Seeks Justice for Patricia.
As he entered, he scanned the room looking for Patricia, once he saw her, he hurried towards her, asking in a low voice, “Are you ok?”
Shaking her head, Patricia said it was nothing to worry about.
“These are just injuries from when they knocked me out. After being brought here, she didn’t really do anything to me…” she reassured Martin.
Compared to her, Debbie had clearly suffered worse. Martin didn’t say more, he simply asked for a first-aid kit from his bodyguard and carefully treated her wounds.
The medicine felt cool on her skin and brought immediate relief. Patricia looked up at the man whose face was etched with worry and couldn’t help but ask,
“What are you planning to do to her?”
Martin replied nonchalantly, “You don't have to worry about this issue. Just rest!”
Patricia persisted, “The Langley family has always had a good relationship with the Thomas family, I don't want you to become enemies with the Thomas family because of me.”
His eyes darkened slightly, “Don't worry, I will handle this matter. You don't have to be concerned."
“Martin…” Still uneasy, Patricia began but Martin cut her off.
“I know what you are worried about, and I won't let it happen. I'm just making her acknowledge reality, to ensure she dares not make a move on you again.”
Hearing this, Patricia finally felt relieved. An hour later, she was taken to the emergency room.
After a full examination, aside from a slight concussion requiring medication, the rest of her injuries were minor and simply needed rest and timely wound care at home. Martin asked, concerned, “Does she really not need to be hospitalized?”
The doctor shook his head, “The patient’s condition isn’t severe enough for hospitalization. Furthermore, the noisy hospital environment isn’t conducive to recovery. Resting quietly at home with regular medication would be more effective.”
Upon the doctor’s assurance, Martin decided not to insist and carried the weakened Patricia back to the Maybach. Along the way, Patricia realized something was amiss and anxiously asked, “Where are we going now?”
Martin, eyes were fixed forward, replied without a change in expression,
“You’re not in a state to go home now and Charles would worry. Stay with me at Ellenstein Villa District for the next few days. Once the wound on your head heals, you can go back.”
Patricia: “...?”
Was she going to be alone with Martin for these next few days?
At the thought, the scene of Martin kissing away her tears surfaced in her mind, and her cheeks turned as red as a boiled shrimp, engulfed in embarrassment.
What was she thinking at that moment? Why had she allowed him to kiss her? And why had Martin kissed her? Ahh… Her thoughts were a tangled mess, unable to form a coherent line.
Martin, unaware of Patricia’s inner turmoil, brought her back to Ellenstein Villa District, reminded her to rest well, and then prepared to leave.
Realizing his intent, Patricia quickly grabbed his arm, anxiously asking, “Are you going to see Madam Thomas?”
He patted her hand, comforting her,
“Rest well. There are bodyguards and surveillance both inside and out, no one would dare to break in here and take you away. I’ll be back soon.”
Taking his non-denial as confirmation, Patricia became worried.
“Be careful, I haven't had much contact with Madam Thomas, but from her recent behavior, she’s not someone to be trifled with. Having an enemy like her isn't a good thing.” Patricia warned.
The last thing she wanted was Madam Thomas’ hatred to extend to Randy and Charles.
Seeing her serious expression, Martin’s mood lifted, his lips curving into a pleased smile. Patricia felt goosebumps rise as she asked, “What are you laughing at?”
Suddenly, Martin cupped her face, happiness evident in his voice, “Are you worried about me?”
Patricia’s face had just cooled, now reddened afresh. She swatted away Martin’s hand, turned her back, and explained with irritation, “This matter is my responsibility; I don't want to owe you.”
Martin was not annoyed, instead, he circled his arms around her waist from behind and rested his chin in the crook of her neck,
“Don't worry, I won't let the things you worry about happen. I have two sons to take care of, remember?”
With his warm breath on her ear, Patricia felt a shiver run through her, like a small boat tossed by the vast sea waves, directionless and dizzy.
Lost in his bewitching words, unable to hear what he was really saying. By the time she regained her senses, Martin had already left.
Her heart began to pound wildly, the heat on her face unbearable, the frantic beat threatening to burst from her throat. Sitting on the bed in disbelief, Patricia pressed a hand to her chest, unable to fathom what was happening.
Could it be…? Frightened by the fleeting thought, she quickly cast aside this absurd idea. It was impossible; absolutely impossible, she couldn't have feelings for Martin again.
Her heart had died five years ago; how could it beat for him once more? It was definitely a delusion.
Too afraid to continue her thoughts, Patricia lay down, pulling the blanket over her head, forcing herself not to think any further...
When Martin returned to the Thomas mansion, Debbie had already been tormented into unconsciousness, lying bare and broken on the cold floor, her body bearing no intact spot.
Madam Thomas sat on a stool, her gaze cold and content with the vengeance she had achieved. Seeing Martin finally arrive, she leaned back indifferently, a mocking sneer on her lips,
“Do you think saving Patricia from me today means I can't touch her anymore? Until either she dies, or I die, I will not let her go.” She threatened.
Alan placed a chair opposite Madam Thomas and Martin sat down. The two faced off once more, their gazes locked in battle, neither yielding.
Then, Madam Thomas suddenly laughed,
“You’ve changed your affections quickly. If I recall, Debbie was once your fiancée. Seeing your former fiancée defiled by another, yet you save only your ex-wife, showing not a shred of sympathy or pity for the former.”
In her coma, Debbie seemed to sense those words and her battered body convulsed slightly. Martin did not wish to engage in futile arguments and got straight to the point,
“I’ve come today to show you something. After seeing this, you should be clear about whom to blame.”
Madam Thomas raised an eyebrow in mock surprise, “What? Are you going to pin all the responsibility on your former fiancé to clear your ex-wife?”
Each word spat out dripped with scorn. Like a rabid dog, ready to bite at anyone in sight. Martin ignored her, gestured to Alan, who nodded and left the room. Madam Thomas laughed even more derisively,
“No matter what you say, don't think I'll let Patricia go. She caused the death of my grandson, and unless I am dead, I will avenge him.”
Martin wasted no further time arguing. Moments later, Alan returned with a laptop, which he set up before Madam Thomas, displaying a video with intermittent dialogue.
Upon seeing the contents, Madam Thomas’s face froze over, her eyes reddening in fury and pain in her chest that felt explosive.
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