Chapter 132 Martin's Regret over the Divorce.
After Patricia went downstairs, Martin took a bath, changed into comfortable home clothes, and went down to stand in the kitchen doorway.
Leaning against the frame, he watched Patricia bustling about with a warmth in his heart that was hard to put into words. He found himself wishing things could always be this way. Why hadn't he cherished her five years ago? For the sake of his damned pride and promises, he divorced her, leading to the situation he faced now.
A man not prone to regret, Martin felt it now for the first time regarding his decision to divorce Patricia.
As Patricia finished stir-frying a few dishes and was about to carry them out, she turned to find Martin leaning in the doorway, startling her:
"How long have you been standing there? You didn’t make a sound; you almost scared me to death."
Martin offered a thin smile and took the dishes from her hands to place them on the dining table outside. Patricia handed him the other plates. Gratefully accepting them, Martin cheekily thanked her:
"Thank you, Professor Watson!"
She rolled her eyes at him and sat down to his left. Looking at the steaming and fragrant dishes, Martin salivated and couldn't wait to take a bite.
The unique taste of vegetables immediately filled his mouth. Unable to help himself, Martin closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. Simply delicious Martin thought. No wonder finicky Randy always ate up everything without leaving even a bite for him.
Patricia's cooking was entirely different from the outside chefs. Professional chefs stack flavors with condiments, resulting in a mouthful of seasoning.
But Patricia was the complete opposite. Her dishes highlighted the vegetables' natural flavors without being overwhelmed by spices. It would be such a blissful thing to eat her cooking every day.
With this thought, Martin suddenly remembered something, he paused mid-bite, and asked with a sour note, "Have you ever cooked for Fannie's daddy?"
Patricia didn't overthink it and subconsciously responded, "Of course, I learned to cook for him initially."
After all, she initially learned to cook to win Martin's heart when they got married, and since he was Fannie's father, it was essentially for him! Nothing wrong with that statement.
"…??"
Martin's good mood vanished instantly, jealousy enveloping him: "Do you still keep in touch with him?"
Patricia, focused on eating, and didn't grasp the implication in his question as she nodded, "Of course! He's the father of the child, we naturally stay in touch."
"…??"
Martin's handsome face suddenly turned dark, as the delicious food before him lost its flavor. Patricia, unaware of the change in his emotions, continued,
"How did the negotiation go with Madam Thomas earlier? No hard feelings, I hope?"
She spoke, but Martin was deaf to her words, lost in his inquiry, "Do you still like Fannie's daddy?"
Patricia paused in her eating as different thoughts entered her mind. Did she still like Martin? She supposedly didn't.
Five years ago, she swore that she'd have nothing to do with him for the rest of her life. She'd confidently told Jade that there would never be a reconciliation with Martin.
But Martin had saved her from danger over and over again. That time she was kidnapped and stranded on a deserted island, if not for Martin arriving in time, she would have been long dead.
This time, too, saved from a fate similar to Debbie's by Martin’s timely rescue.
Today, at the Thomas family’s Mansion, when she saw Martin, she felt an overwhelming urge to cry and when he pulled her into his arms, she felt an unprecedented sense of security.
So what were her feelings for Martin now? Gratitude or love?
Without an immediate answer, Martin guessed the outcome, clenched his molars tight, and asked word by word, "Do you still like him?" A tension hidden in his voice.
Patricia quickly dismissed her wandering thoughts, shaking her head, "I stopped liking him when we separated! Now we are simply Fannie's parents.”
No matter how many times he saved her, it couldn't erase the past hurt. Even if she felt something for him again, she would immediately extinguish such a thought.
Unconvinced, Martin inquired once more, "Are you truly over him?"
Determined, Patricia replied, "I am over him, and I will never go back."
Seeing her sincere expression, Martin's mood finally uplifted, and the food tasted better once again, resulting in him swiftly finishing three bowls of rice. Patricia watched in disbelief,
"Don't you always say to eat only until you're 70% full? Why so much today?" Patricia asked.
After the hearty meal, Martin was in good spirits and elegantly wiped the nonexistent grease from his mouth. Patricia associated this with the resolution of Madam Thomas's situation and couldn’t help but ask again,
"How did you negotiate with Madam Thomas? You didn’t make an enemy of her, right?"
Shaking his head, Martin recapped the encounter. Unsympathetic to Debbie's plight, he expressed that her dire situation was self-inflicted, due to her own actions.
It was a tragedy for Bobby, only six, a victim of their conflicts, who could have lived another twenty years if not for the choices made, given the advances in medical technology.
Martin had no sympathy for such sentiments, dismissively commenting, "The Blame lies with Madam Thomas. She never should have trusted Debbie from the start."
Understanding his rationalization, Patricia sympathized, "As his grandmother, she was qualified even if she was desperately seeking a healthy body for Bobby, and that desperation led her to listen to Debbie."
Agreeing with her point, Martin said no more. Patricia added,
"In the Thomas family, only Spencer seems to be clear-headed."
"Greta got involved because of Debbie. Madam Thomas has sent her abroad, with orders to never return to the country, effectively disowning her granddaughter." Martin said indifferently.
Sighing at the topic, Patricia stood up, and fetched a food container from the kitchen, handing it to Martin,
“This is the porridge and greens I made for Randy. He shouldn't eat heavy meat for a few days. Change your clothes and take it to him. Stay at the hospital tonight, please. If he asks for me, tell him I'm resting at home due to being too tired the last few days."
Martin appeared dissatisfied as he looked at the food container, "I'm to stay at the hospital tonight?" He wanted to cultivate a better relationship with Patricia while she was here but now she pushed him away.
Patricia lifted an eyebrow, "What else? The critical period has passed, but these nights are still important. I feel more at ease with you by his side."
Resignedly clenching his teeth, although reluctant to leave Patricia, he recalled his son in the hospital and went upstairs to change.
As he descended with new clothes, Patricia's phone rang, and she handed Martin the food container while taking the call, signaling him to hurry to the hospital.
Frustrated, Martin took the container and hadn't stepped out when he heard Patricia sweetly calling from behind, "Hunter..."
Martin froze, took a deep breath, his handsome face fluctuating from pale blue to black, then from black to white.
The name Hunter was called too affectionately. She didn't turn to him in danger; it was always after the crisis was averted. He wondered if it was on purpose.
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