Chapter 197 Why Are You Always So Cold to Me?
Hunter had been on the phone for quite a while. Patricia couldn't make out what he was saying, but his expression made it clear that the conversation was a disagreeable one. After hanging up, Hunter returned to the room, and there was a moment of visible surprise when he saw Patricia.
"You haven't left?" His voice trembled slightly, brimming with concealed excitement.
No one could understand how delighted he was, to see Patricia sitting there, waiting for him, as if he had finally seen a glimmer of dawn amidst a dark path. Patricia, unaware of the turmoil of emotions he was experiencing, asked with concern.
"I'm worried about you! Was that Davis Sadie you were on the phone with?"
Hunter stared at her intently, his eyes slightly moist, his face reluctant to let her go. Seeing him silent, Patricia pressed on, "What's wrong? Why aren't you speaking? Has something happened?"
Reluctantly tearing his gaze away, Hunter moved to the wardrobe to start packing his luggage. "There's a bit of a situation back in Country M. I need to make a trip there."
His confirmation only solidified Patricia's hunch. She walked over and began to help him pack. "Is it really urgent? You haven't fully recovered yet! Can't it wait a couple of days?"
Her concern trickled into Hunter's icy heart, like a gentle stream slowly thawing it. Unable to help himself, he grasped her hand firmly, saying earnestly, "Wait for me!"
"What do you mean?" Patricia didn't understand what his 'wait for me' implied and was about to inquire further when Hunter kissed her forehead.
"After I handle things in Country M, I'll come right back for you." His lips were cold, a stark contrast to Martin's warmth. Patricia froze, forgetting to react, the question on her lips forgotten as well.
Hunter quickly finished packing, pulling out a set of clothes from the wardrobe to change in the washroom. Seeing the thinness of the clothes in his hand, Patricia stopped him, and selected for him a black turtleneck sweater and a thickened wool-blend coat from the wardrobe.
"It's minus five degrees today, and there's ice outside. You're still sick, you can't wear so little." Hunter felt a warmth in his heart, taking the clothes from her and changing in the washroom.
When he emerged dressed, Patricia stuffed medications into his arms, going over each one carefully.
"This is the anti-inflammatory for the wound on your back; take it three times a day, two pills each time. This is for your cold, once a day, one pill. Take all of them after meals. This is saline and iodine, you must clean and disinfect your wound daily."
Fearful that he might remember wrong, Patricia took a pen from her bag and wrote the instructions again on each medicine box.
Hunter tousled her hair affectionately, saying softly, "My Patricia has really grown up. You know even more than I do!"
Patricia shot him a glance, "I'm a doctor. If I don't even understand this, who would dare to come to me for medical treatment! Enough talk, I'll drive you to the airport."
"Alright!" Hunter nodded, picked up his luggage, and departed with Patricia.
On the way to the airport, Patricia couldn't help but ask, "There's nothing serious happening in Country M, right? Davis Sadie seemed really angry. She wouldn't do anything to you, would she?"
Hunter gazed at the scenery zipping past the window and chuckled, "I'm no longer a fifteen-year-old boy. These days, she wouldn't dare cross me."
"Really?" Patricia clearly didn't believe him.
If he truly wasn't wary of Davis Sadie, why would Hunter be in such a hurry to go back? There must still be some trepidation!
Noticing her concern, Hunter explained with a smile, "My return isn't because of her! It's due to the big mess William left behind. The hole he's left is too big; I must go back to deal with it."
"Oh!" Patricia nodded in sudden understanding.
Hunter continued, "As well as that, even though I've fired William, there are still people he placed inside the company. I need to go back and root out his supporters. They're like termites, and if not removed, they'll hollow out the Miller Group one day.”
“So, I have to go back and clean house." It was clear from Hunter’s words, William was Davis Sadie's man in the company. If he didn't completely eliminate Davis Sadie's influence, how could he relax and stay in Ivara City?
Patricia finally understood, and it also explained why Hunter had looked so troubled during the phone call earlier. "Work is work, but you must remember to take your medication!"
Hunter replied with a laugh, "Don't worry. I used to neglect my health because there was no one to care for me, but now I have you! I need to keep myself healthy to come back to you."
Hearing this, Patricia finally felt at ease. Hunter took a private jet, which required no waiting, so the plane took off directly after he boarded.
After seeing Hunter off, Patricia heaved a sigh of relief. Realizing it was getting late, she skipped returning to the hospital and drove to the supermarket to buy some groceries. Then she went to the kindergarten to pick up Charles and Fannie.
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Meanwhile, at Ellenstein Villa District. "I have urgent matters that require a temporary return to Country M. Keep me updated on the situation here."
Seeing the message on her phone, Charlotte's face turned as dark and ghastly as a demon crawled out from hell.
"Why did you tell me only after boarding?"
"Does Patricia know you've left?"
"What time does the plane take off?"
"Answer me, why aren't you responding?"
Charlotte had sent four messages in quick succession, but alas, they all disappeared into the void without a trace. Biting down on her back teeth in frustration, she reluctantly dialed a number. After a long wait, the call connected.
"What is it?" came a deep, and husky male voice from the receiver, tinged with impatience.
"Why didn't you reply to my messages?"
"I'm a bit busy. If you've got something to say, say it quickly. My plane is about to take off, and I have to turn off my phone."
Afraid that he might indeed switch off his phone any moment, Charlotte no longer dwelled on it and hurriedly asked, "Why are you suddenly going back? Has something happened there?"
"It's a minor issue. I'll handle it."
Charlotte, still worried, asked, "Can you handle it alone?"
The man retorted irritably, "Are you questioning my capability?"
Not daring to say too much, Charlotte quickly changed the topic. "How's your injury? Why won't you let me see you? Do you know how worried I've been about you?"
His voice turned cold instantly: "Why would you come to see me? What if you're discovered? Stay put where you are. If Martin finds out, I will not let you off easily."
His ruthless words left Charlotte's fervent heart bleeding. "Why are you always so cold to me? Don't I mean anything to you at all?"
The man, clearly lacking the patience for her ramblings, said impatiently, "Is there anything else? If not, I'm hanging up."
Just before the man could hang up, Charlotte shouted, "I'm going to come find you!"
After a moment of silence, his voice came through furrowed with frustration: "Do you even realize what you're saying?"
Charlotte replied with a hoarse voice, "I know, of course, I know! Something big must have happened for you to go back. I want to come help you; you shouldn't have to fight this alone."
The man said coldly, "Stay there and do as I say! And make sure to keep an eye on Martin; don't let him and Patricia have any chance of getting back together."
Charlotte felt a twinge in her heart, always suspecting he had feelings for Patricia. "Are you preventing their reunion because of Martin, or because of Patricia?"
"Since when did my affairs become your concern? What use are you if you can't accomplish the task I've given you?"
With that, he ended the call without further any further comment. Charlotte's heart felt as if it were being squeezed by an invisible hand, the pain making it hard for her to breathe.
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