Chapter 140 Patricia and Debbie's Confrontation.
Beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down her forehead.
Patricia exerted all her strength to resist Debbie's force.
Unfortunately, the deranged Debbie was frighteningly strong, and Patricia was no match for her.
As the struggle wore on, Patricia began to lose ground.
The knife's tip pressed against the tip of her nose.
There was a sharp pain.
Not very painful.
Like a needle prick.
But Patricia knew that if the fruit knife went any deeper, her nose would be gone.
Despite using all her strength, Patricia's efforts were futile against the crazed Debbie. No sooner had she pushed the knife away than it came stabbing down again.
And she could clearly feel the strength draining from her body.
The back of her head ached against the cold ground, both painful and numbing.
Sensing Patricia's weakening grip, Debbie's eyes shone with bloodthirsty excitement.
"Patricia, you're going to die!"
With her words trailing off, Debbie bit down hard on Patricia's wrist.
"Ah..."
Patricia winced in pain, her grip loosening slightly.
Seizing the opportunity, Debbie raised the fruit knife high and plunged it towards Patricia's forehead.
Patricia gasped.
The air seemed to freeze.
She couldn't believe her eyes as she watched the knife descend.
In the blink of an eye, countless images flashed through her mind.
There was Charles, Fannie, Randy, Jade, Hunter, and Martin.
Especially the day she first met Martin.
A clear and handsome young man sat alone under a peach tree, his eyes unfocused and lifeless, like still water, staring blankly ahead.
Pink petals fell with the breeze.
They made the young man look even more stunning, like a deity.
From afar, the scene was breathtakingly beautiful.
She was mesmerized.
At twelve, she didn't know what liking someone meant.
She only knew she couldn't bear to take her eyes off the young man.
She watched him for who knows how long, and when she saw him about to leave, she suddenly came to her senses and ran towards him, stopping in front of him, looking up innocently, and asked, "Hey, my name is Patricia, everyone calls me Patricia, what's your name?"
The young man was cold and guarded against everyone.
But she didn't care and shamelessly clung to him.
"Hey, look, I just picked this peach from the tree, I've washed it, it's so sweet and fragrant, you have to try it."
"Hey, let me help you walk outside! There are so many flowers blooming on the back hill, you may not be able to see them, but you can still smell the fragrance, it will make you feel much better."
"Hey, why doesn't my daddy like me? Even though I'm his biological daughter, he only likes my stepmother's daughter and son."
"Hey, am I really my daddy's biological child?"
"Hey, you haven't told me your name yet?"
Under her shameless persistence, the Hey finally let his guard down.
"My name is Martin, 'Martin' as in 'to protect,' 'Martin' as in 'thunder.'"
The young man's voice echoed in her ears.
As if it all happened just yesterday.
Patricia's eyes reddened unknowingly.
She loved Martin so much, yet Martin had completely forgotten her, fallen in love with her sister Debbie, and almost killed her child because of it.
She missed Charles, Fannie, and Randy so much.
She wished she could see them one last time before death.
Patricia thought she was done for this time, but the expected pain didn't come. Instead, the Debbie who had been smothering her suddenly flew off and crashed into the wall, then slid down to the floor.
"Debbie..."
Then came Manda's cry of shock.
Patricia hadn't figured out the situation yet when she felt a tightness around her waist, and her body lightened as she fell into a familiar and warm embrace.
Martin's concerned voice came from above her head.
"How are you? Are you alright?"
Having survived a close call with death, Patricia's mind was still not fully recovered when she heard Manda's heart-wrenching cries.
"Debbie, what's wrong with you? Don't scare mommy, Debbie... my child..."
Patricia then remembered that Debbie seemed to have 'flown' out just now.
She hurriedly looked towards Debbie.
Debbie must have hit her head and was sitting on the ground, dazed, staring straight ahead while blood flowed from the back of her head, staining her entire shoulder red.
She didn't cry or make noise, nor did she complain of pain.
Like a robot that didn't know pain.
Manda, trembling, took out her phone and dialed for emergency services.
Gavin arrived and, seeing the situation, his eyes reddened instantly, and he shouted angrily at Martin, "Martin, you've gone too far. This is the Watson family's home, and it's not your place to run wild."
Patricia took a closer look and noticed that Gavin had a swollen and bruised eye, a bruised corner of his mouth, and blood seeping out.
He had been injured?
Who hit him?
Martin?
Martin held Patricia tightly in his arms, his long eyes narrowed slightly, and the air around him turned instantly cold.
"Is that so? Maybe, I can change the surname of this place to Langley."
With one sentence, Gavin's face turned ashen, like a defeated rooster, his arrogance extinguished in plain sight.
Manda was oblivious to the tension and cried out, "Dear, what happened to Debbie? She won't be in trouble, will she?"
Gavin immediately took the opportunity to pick Debbie up and hurried out the door.
"Don't wait for the ambulance, let's get her to the hospital ourselves, quickly..."
Manda was terrified, fearing the worst for Debbie, and hurriedly followed.
In the room, only Patricia and Martin were left.
Martin let go of her and cupped her face, anxiously asking about her condition, "Are you alright? Did Debbie hurt you?"
As he spoke and saw the blood on the tip of her nose, a chilling aura enveloped him.
"You're hurt? Damn it, I shouldn't have been merciful to her. If I had known this would happen, I should have let her die at Jocelyn's hands."
Patricia was lost in his concerned, self-reproaching gaze.
"How did you come here?"
Martin sighed, looking at her speechlessly, "Right after Debbie's incident, Gavin sent you home. It was clearly with ill intent. Although you've been ungrateful and broke my heart, I couldn't just watch you walk into danger. Otherwise, Charles and Randy would never forgive me."
Patricia's calm heart was like a lake disturbed by a pebble, rippling slightly.
Even though his last words negated any relationship he had with her.
Making her mistakenly think that his repeated rescues were for the sake of their children.
But she was still moved, and deeply regretted her words from the morning.
"I'm sorry!"
Martin pretended to be confused, "What? What did you say? Your voice is too soft, I can't hear."
Patricia sincerely raised her voice and repeated, "I'm sorry, I apologize for what I said this morning. You've saved me time and again, I shouldn't have repaid kindness with ingratitude."
Martin turned his head away with feigned pride, his lips curling up uncontrollably. He tried to suppress it, but couldn't, and his facial lines softened because of the smile, making him seem less distant.
"Since you're sincerely apologizing, I'll magnanimously forgive you!"
Patricia knew he was just playing along and didn't get angry, satisfying his vanity, "Thank you for forgiving me! And thank you for saving me again today."
This time, Martin didn't pretend, the corners of his mouth widening gradually, the smile spreading like ripples, as if sunshine reflecting off snow, reaching the depths of his eyes.
Seeing his good mood, Patricia seized the opportunity and immediately asked, "What happened to my father's face? Did you hit him? What happened downstairs just now?"
She was really curious.
When had Martin arrived?
And what had happened before he came upstairs?
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