Chapter 161 Hunter Picks Up Patricia After Work
Patricia’s gaze fell on his bandaged hand, and she suddenly remembered her promise from the day before. She quickly apologized, “Oh dear, I’m sorry, I promised to visit you at the Ellenstein Villa District last night, but it slipped my mind because it got too late.”
After speaking, she walked over, gently held his hand, and asked with concern, “How’s your hand doing? I hope there hasn’t been a fracture?”
Just as her hand touched the sore spot, Martin sharply inhaled with an exaggerated display of pain, his face contorted, “It hurts, it hurts... please, be gentle.”
Seeing him in such agony, Patricia anxiously inquired, “Does it hurt that bad? Could it be broken? Did you get an X-ray? Where is it? Let me see?”
Martin pouted, a mix of self-pity and distress in his voice, “Do you even care about me? I thought you were only concerned with going out on dates and wouldn't care about me.”
Patricia asserted righteously, “I was the one who injured your hand, how could I not care?”
Hearing her words, Martin felt a twinge of disappointment, “Is that the only reason? There’s nothing else?”
Patricia blinked, looking puzzled, “What else could it be?”
Martin was so frustrated that he nearly passed out.
He glared at Patricia, fuming, unsure whether she was truly naive or just playing dumb.
He had made his feelings so clear; how could she still be oblivious to it?
As Patricia still had rounds to make and surgeries to perform, she didn’t have time to waste. She advised him, “I have a surgery at nine o’clock and I’m quite busy. Go see an orthopedic doctor, and I’ll find you after I finish the surgery.”
Martin asked on purpose, “You won’t stand me up again, will you?”
Patricia vowed earnestly, “Yesterday was truly an accident! Rest assured, I’ll come right after I finish the surgery.”
Martin leaned back on the sofa, legs crossed, and chin tilted up in an arrogant manner, seemingly pleased yet putting on an air of indifference.
“Suit yourself! Come if you want.”
Patricia was at a loss for words due to his childish behavior. She shot him a glance, preparing to do a routine check on Randy, only to find him smiling at her.
Randy looked at them with a smile, suggesting, “Mommy, since daddy likes you and you care so much about him, why don’t you two remarry? Then, our family could be together every day and night, forever.”
Martin’s heart skipped a beat, the emotions buried deep within nearly broke free uncontrollably.
Patricia, however, did not take his words seriously and gently knocked him on the head, “Kids shouldn’t meddle in adults' affairs; your job is to focus on getting better.”
Randy pouted, unconvinced, “But I really do wish you and daddy could remarry, then Charles and Fannie could move in and live with us too.”
Patricia expressed nonchalance, "You can see them whenever you want; it’s not necessary to live together!"
"But..." Randy tried to say something more, but Patricia interrupted him, "No buts. I have a surgery soon! You’re doing well and your recovery is going great! Before long, we can proceed with the second surgery."
Her words successfully diverted Randy's attention.
"Will I be like Charles after the third surgery?" he asked.
Patricia laughed, "Yes! Just be good, no mischief, and listen to daddy, okay?"
Hearing this, Randy’s mouth stretched into a grin that almost reached his ears.
After Patricia left, Martin was left deep in thought by Randy's casual words, his mind preoccupied with the prospect of reconciling with Patricia.
After checking on her other patients and writing prescriptions, Patricia entered the operating room. The coronary bypass surgery was a procedure with a high degree of complexity. The patient's condition was serious, and the operation was anticipated to last at least five hours. She hadn’t slept all night, and a minor complication arose during the operation. By the time she emerged from the OR, it was already three in the afternoon.
Dragging her weary body back to Randy's room, Patricia’s usually lively face was now even more pale. Her lips were frighteningly white and dark circles clouded her eyes like she had been drained by a faerie.
Alarmed by her appearance, Martin rushed over to support her, "What's wrong? Your face is so pale. Are you ill?"
While checking Patricia’s forehead and finding her temperature normal, he gave a sigh of relief.
Exhausted, Patricia had Martin lock the room and then she lied down on the sofa, tiredly closing her eyes.
Randy, too, was alarmed by her condition, and hastily climbed out of bed to come over, "Mommy, don’t scare me. Are you feeling alright?"
Patricia didn't want him to worry and reassured him, "Mommy is fine. I'm just really tired and need to rest a little."
"Really?" Randy asked, still concerned.
"Really! Let mommy sleep a bit and I’ll feel better," she said gently, caressing his head.
Upon her words, Randy didn't dare to disturb her any further and tiptoed back to his bed.
Martin also let her be, moving to another spot to work on his laptop.
Patricia slept heavily, and hunger pangs from not eating all day woke her. Without fully recognizing her surroundings, she sat up rubbing her stomach and thought of getting something to eat.
Suddenly, Martin’s gentle voice came, "Are you hungry?"
Startled, Patricia paused as she remembered where she was.
Seeing that she remained silent, Martin set the insulated lunchbox on the table in front of the sofa. "I know you haven't eaten all day, and you must be starving after waking up. So, I had Alan go to Ellenstein Villa District to pick up some food for you. It's still warm! Come and have a bite to eat!"
Patricia's eyes filled with tears as she looked at the insulated lunchbox. Without hesitation, she opened it and neatly arranged the food on the coffee table, wolfing it down with gusto.
While eating, she didn't forget to ask, "Have you and Randy eaten yet?"
Martin nodded and said, "We've already eaten, this was specially saved for you."
His thoughtfulness and care brought a touch of emotion to Patricia's heart.
After a good sleep and a full meal, Patricia felt revived and grabbed Martin with urgency. "I asked you to find an orthopedist, did you manage to see one? Did you get an X-ray?"
Martin's suddenly remembered the injury to his hand, he furrowed his brows, feigning an expression of unbearable pain. "I didn't bring the X-ray with me! The emergency department said last night that there's no fracture, but there's a hairline crack in one of the metacarpal bones."
A hairline crack?
Although it wasn't a fracture, a hairline crack was still not something to take lightly.
Patricia cautiously advised, "Try not to use your right hand for the next few days, wait until the crack starts to heal before you use it again."
Righteously, Martin asked, "Then how am I supposed to eat? I can't even hold a fork."
Patricia blinked, puzzled. "How did you manage to eat just now?"
A flicker of guilt passed through Martin's eyes, and he quickly looked down, hiding his thoughts. "Randy fed me."
Patricia looked at him in surprise.
Randy looked confused and thought to himself.
“It was Daddy who ate by himself and Daddy's palm was just slightly swollen; there was no hairline crack at all. Ha! Daddy is so naughty, tricking Mommy like that.”
Seeing that she didn't say anything, Martin added, "I can't expect a four-year-old child to feed me every day, can I?"
The insinuation was clear; he was suggesting that Patricia feed him.
Sure enough, Patricia fell for it.
"It's my fault that you got hurt, so for the next few days, if I have the time, I'll feed you myself!"
His objective achieved, Martin's lips curved into a subtle, satisfied smile, a gleam of triumph in his eyes.
After spending some more time with Randy at the hospital, Patricia prepared to finish her shift and go home.
Stepping out of the inpatient building, she saw Hunter standing against the wind.
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