Chapter 172 Charlotte is Debbie
Martin had thought he would be calm when he saw Patricia again, as if nothing had ever happened.
But in this moment, with Patricia standing right in front of him, his heart raced with intense emotions that he had suppressed for so long. It was in that moment that he realized the depth of his love for her, far greater than he had ever imagined.
He couldn't bear to see her with Hunter, nor could he draw a clear line between them.
"You..."
Martin's lips parted as he tried to speak to her, to bridge the distance between them.
Unfortunately, Patricia had made up her mind to keep her distance, and with her head bowed, she took a step back, yielding the path ahead.
Martin clenched his fists tightly, struggling to contain the anger and turmoil within him.
Unaware of the tension between Martin and Patricia, Charlotte flashed a sweet smile at Martin and said, “Martin, let’s go! I can’t wait to see Randy!”
Patricia smirked derisively, her lips curling up.
"Well, isn’t that affectionate?"
Martin had a torrent of words he yearned to say to Patricia. He was desperate to confess his love, to tell her that he would give up everything if only she would return to him.
But with Charlotte present, he could only swallow his words, nod his head, and leave the parking lot with her.
As the sound of their footsteps faded, Patricia slowly lifted her head. Light snow began to fall from the sky, and fluffy snowflakes danced down through the gloomy clouds. In the distance, a man and woman seemed perfectly matched, as if destined by heaven – so ideal for one another, so romantic.
Patricia felt a tightness in her chest that made it difficult to breathe, as if she might faint at any moment. Her nose tingled sharply, and a bitter sensation was spreading from her eyes.
She stood there, forgotten in reaction, her body frozen in place.
It wasn't clear how much time had passed when a sharp honk jolted her back to reality. She stumbled backward to let a small car go past, then made her way toward the inpatient department.
Meanwhile, Martin accompanied Charlotte to the hospital room.
Randy was already out of bed, and upon seeing a woman with his father immediately set off alarms, his expression turning hostile. “Who are you? Why are you with my dad?”
Martin’s brow furrowed in displeasure. “She’s my sister, your Aunt Charlotte!”
“Aunt?” Randy looked at Charlotte, curiosity mixing with his guardedness.
Martin nodded emphatically. “Yes, your aunt. You've seen her photo before.”
Randy thought hard for a moment. He vaguely remembered having an aunt. But what she looked like, he had long since forgotten.
If she was his aunt, she wasn’t some terrible woman trying to get close to his dad to be his new mother. With this realization, Randy dropped his guard and called out tentatively, “Aunt.”
Charlotte's eyes crinkled with a smile as she watched Randy. She pulled a red corded bracelet from her pocket and handed it to him. “This is our first meeting, and I don’t have anything valuable on me, just this bracelet. I made it myself and I hope you will like it.”
Randy glanced at the red bracelet; he wasn’t fond of it, but also didn’t dislike it. After thanking her, he tucked it back into his pocket.
Charlotte sat by the bed, tirelessly trying to strike up a conversation with Randy, clearly eager to integrate herself quickly into his life.
Unfortunately, Randy’s lukewarm responses made it difficult to find a way to connect with him, leaving her feeling somewhat disheartened.
Meanwhile, Martin was preoccupied with thoughts of Patricia, mulling over finding an opportunity to have a proper conversation with her.
Just as this crossed his mind, the door to the hospital room opened, and Patricia came in to do her rounds.
Due to the morning's incident, Patricia seemed distracted and pale, her face ashen.
Upon seeing her, Randy's eyes instantly lit up and he jumped out of bed to hug her legs, calling out, "Mommy, Mommy... I missed you so much."
Charlotte's expression froze momentarily as she observed the striking difference in Randy's behavior. Martin patted her shoulder, offering comfort.
Witnessing their interaction, Patricia felt a sharp pain in her heart, the discomfort spreading through her veins to every limb, painfully tugging at her.
Noticing her worsening complexion, Randy's eyes filled with worry. "Mommy, what's wrong? Mommy..."
His anxious voice brought back Patricia's wandering attention.
"Hm? What?"
Randy asked with concern, "Mommy, are you feeling unwell? You look very pale."
Martin also noticed her discomfort and strode over, grasping her arms anxiously. "Are you unwell? Could it be the cold weather making you sick?"
The thought of him touching her with the same hands that had touched another woman made Patricia feel nausea.
"Don't touch me!" Her voice was icy cold, chilling to the bone.
Martin was stunned, his hands gripping her arms froze as he looked at her in agony, his eyes bloodshot. "Do you really hate me that much?"
Patricia didn't want to argue and forcefully shook off his hands. She bent down to pick up Randy and put him back on the bed to examine him.
Martin's breath caught, feeling like all his organs were clenching together, an unbearable urge to vomit rose within him. This feeling of being ignored was even more unbearable than if she had hit him or scolded him.
Did she really despise him so much? So much that she didn't even want to speak to him?
Sensing the tense atmosphere between them, Randy asked with concern, "Mommy, what's wrong with you and Daddy? Did he make you angry again?"
Patricia responded indifferently, "Grown-up matters are none of your business, child."
"But..." Randy, unwilling to let it go, tried to say more but was interrupted by Patricia, "No buts! You're recovering well, just be good and keep it up." With that, she left without waiting for a response.
No sooner had she left than Charlotte followed suit under the pretext of going to the bathroom and called out to her in the corridor.
"Patricia..."
Patricia stopped and slowly turned around, facing her expressionlessly, "Yes? What is it?"
With a naive and innocent smile still on her face, Charlotte gave Patricia a thorough once-over. "There doesn't seem to be anything special about you!"
Patricia frowned in displeasure at the impolite behavior, "I don't believe we're acquainted. If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving!"
Charlotte was not about to let her leave so easily. She grabbed Patricia's wrist, the smile on her face gradually vanished, replaced by contempt in her eyes, "Martin is mine. I'm warning you, stay away from him. If you dare covet my man, I won't be polite."
Patricia stared hard at the woman before her. For a moment, the woman's face overlapped with Debbie's, startling Patricia and frightening her with her own thoughts.
How could it be Debbie? Debbie was dead, wasn't she? Even if she wasn't, it wouldn't be possible for her to change her identity so quickly.
Patricia found the thought ludicrous and dismissed it immediately, replying coolly, "I have no interest in your man. Instead of wasting your time with me, you should keep a closer eye on him."
Charlotte glared venomously at Patricia but then suddenly laughed, a sinister and terrifying laugh that sent chills down one's spine.
Patricia's scalp tingled at the laugh, goosebumps crawling over her skin. Before she could fully grasp the situation, Charlotte suddenly began to shriek, "No, let me go... please, I beg you, let me go!" Her voice full of distress quickly drew the attention of those around.
Even Martin, not far away in the hospital room, heard her.
Patricia looked at her wrist, which was firmly in Charlotte's grip, yet it somehow seemed as if she was the one holding on to Charlotte.
She instantly realized that this was a setup?
But before she could respond, Charlotte let out a sharp scream and fell to the ground, releasing Patricia's wrist as she fell.
At first glance, it appeared as if Patricia had pushed her.
And there, right in front of Charlotte and directly in front of Patricia, stood Martin with an expressionless face. It was clear he had witnessed everything.
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