Chapter 131 Debbie Completely Destroyed
Since returning to the Ellenstein Villa District, Patricia had kept a vigilant eye on online developments. She saw the video as soon as it was released.
Moreover, the moment of Debbie being discarded at the mall entrance was also captured and uploaded online, though her identity was concealed with mosaic.
The hospital quickly issued a statement about her situation, declaring that she had been stripped of all her duties and that her future actions would have no connection to the institution.
Not long ago, Debbie, the rising star of the medical world, had shone brightly for only a few days before plummeting like a meteor, shattering completely.
The stock price of the Watson family's corporation also suffered due to her scandal, plummeting wildly.
Watching the video online again, despite having witnessed the incident once, Patricia still felt a sense of shock and fear.
Had Martin not arrived in time, would she have faced the same fate as Debbie now?
Although Debbie had brought this upon herself and deserved her fate, her downfall seemed excessively cruel, almost as if death would have been a kinder end.
Lost in thought, Patricia's phone suddenly rang.
It was a video call from Charles.
Recalling the bandages on her head, she startled, nearly sending her phone flying. To avoid worrying Charles, she quickly hung up.
As soon as the video was cut off, a string of messages from Charles came through.
"Mummy, aren't we doing a video call?"
"Mummy, did something happen to you?"
"Mummy, video call?"
"Mummy, don't make me worry."
"Mummy, I know about Debbie's situation. Did madam Thomas involve you in it? Where are you now? Should I come to find you? Tell me your address quickly. If you don't, I'll find you."
"Mummy..."
Patricia had reason to believe that if she didn't respond, Charles would certainly track her down.
Sighing internally, she sent a voice call to Charles.
He connected immediately.
"Why aren't you taking the video call, Mummy? Why voice call? Did something happen?" Charles's voice came through, filled with concern.
Patricia knew he was clever; he could detect the slightest anomaly in her demeanor.
"You're overthinking it. I've just taken a shower and am not properly dressed. Of course, I can't video call you like this!"
Charles's handsome brows knitted together. "I've seen you right after a shower before. Send me a video call quickly, or I'll come find you."
Patricia was secretly alarmed by his astuteness, making him seem like a guardian.
"I'm with your daddy right now; it's not convenient!"
The more she insisted it was inconvenient, the more Charles suspected. "You're with my daddy?"
Patricia nodded vigorously. "Yes, I'm with your daddy."
"Why are you two together?" Charles continued to probe.
Patricia's gaze darted around guiltily. "Uh... he... I... it's closer to the hospital here, to better take care of Randy, so I'm temporarily staying here."
The more she spoke, the more convinced she became of her excuse. "Yes, that's it!"
Charles laughed. "Mummy, do you really think I'm a three-year-old? Can't I calculate which place is closer to the hospital?"
Patricia: "……??"
Seeing her silence, Charles roughly guessed the situation and didn't press her further. "Since you say you're with daddy, let him take the call."
Patricia felt cornered to the point of tears.
Let Martin take the call? Where would she find Martin?
Should she tell Charles that his father had gone to settle accounts with madam Thomas?
Wouldn't that worry him even more?
As she hesitated, Charles became more certain of his guess, ended the call, and sent another video request.
Defeated by his relentless spirit, Patricia was about to resign herself to his judgment when the room door opened, and Martin walked in with a cheerful smile, seemingly in a good mood.
Seeing him, Patricia felt as if she had seen a savior and quickly handed him the phone. "Charles is checking in; he can't see me injured. I told him I'm with you; please cover for me."
Martin graciously agreed and answered the video call.
Upon actually seeing Martin, Charles's face showed a flicker of surprise. "Mummy is really with you!"
Martin raised an eyebrow, his expression a mix of amusement and inquiry. "Otherwise? Who did you think she was with?"
Charles scrutinized the room's decor behind Martin, recognized the Ellenstein Villa District's style, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"I saw the news about Debbie. I know madam Thomas is behind it. I feared Mummy might be implicated, so I wanted to check on her."
Martin glanced at Patricia, noticing the bandage on her head, and a hint of amusement flickered in his eyes.
"No matter what, she's the mother of my son. Madam Thomas wouldn't dare harm her! Rest assured."
Charles didn't doubt the sincerity in his words.
Even though his father was a scoundrel, it was undeniable that with his status in Z country, no one would dare offend him.
"Then I'll leave Mummy in your care. With Bobby's recent passing, madam Thomas is quite unstable. The way she dealt with Debbie shows she's vindictive and ruthless. To prevent any retaliation towards Mummy, please protect her. Once the situation calms down and madam Thomas recovers from her grief, Mummy will be completely safe."
Such a methodical analysis didn't seem to come from a four-and-a-half-year-old child.
Martin marveled again at his son's maturity and high intelligence, more than willing to follow his instructions. "Don't worry, I'll protect your Mummy every step of the way during this time, ensuring madam Thomas can't retaliate against her."
Charles nodded in relief. "I want to see Mummy; hand her the phone."
"Hmm?" Martin looked at Patricia, questioning.
Patricia hurriedly said, "I suddenly have urgent documents from the hospital to deal with. You chat with your daddy! I'll call you back when I have time."
Charles frowned slightly.
Although somewhat displeased, he considered the importance of work and the presence of his scoundrel father to protect Mummy, so he didn't insist further.
After repeatedly instructing Martin to take care of Patricia, he finally ended the video call.
Martin handed the phone back to Patricia with a sour tone. "Every word is about you, not a single concern for me from start to finish."
Patricia shot him a sideways glance. "Jealous?"
Martin turned away, his mood evident.
Patricia, feeling unusually good, offered, "To thank you for saving me today, I'll cook for you. What would you like to eat?"
Although Martin craved her cooking, he resisted. "No, you're injured; you need to rest more."
Patricia dismissed the concern. "It's just a superficial wound, no big deal! Tell me, what do you want to eat?"
Martin still seemed worried. "Are you sure it's no problem?"
Patricia assured him vehemently. "I'm a doctor; I wouldn't joke about my health. I'm fine!"
Convinced by her words, Martin finally relaxed and rattled off several dishes he had been longing to try.
"Avocado salad."
"Scrambled eggs with tomatoes."
"Roasted lamb with scallions."
These were dishes he had thought about for a long time but never had the chance to taste. Today seemed to be the day.
Patricia gave him an "ok!" gesture and headed downstairs.
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