Chapter 288 Hunter Whisks Patricia Away
InPatricia mustered all her strength in the fleeting moments before oblivion, Patricia mustered all her strength and managed to whisper three and whispered a strained syllablesword.
"Hunter..."
That familiar call made Hunter freeze,. tThe fog that clouded his vision dissipatinged bit by bit as a slow dawn of realization crept in.
Sensing something amiss, he looked down.
The sight of Patricia nearly dead by his own hands shocked him into releasing his grip, staring dumbfounded at his palms, unable to believe he'd almost strangled the woman he loved most.
The crushing pressure on her neck vanished.
Gasping for air, her lungs filled painfully, triggering a bout of coughing and tears.
Hunter then saw the extent of the harm he'd inflicted: Patricia's face was a canvas of bruises, cuts, and blood.
The marks of his own doing.
Patricia lay still on the couch, every part of her body screaming in pain, so acute that she dared not even breathe deeply.
Heart aching more than he could bear, Hunter's thoughts raced back, and clarity washed over him. In his remorse, he gathered her gently into his arms and began to plead. "Patricia, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it, I... I don't know what came over me.
Please, don't be mad at me, okay? Patricia..."
"Mm..."
Her whimper of pain at his touch startled them both, but she didn't dare to pull away, fearful of provoking another outburst. She lay there, enduring the agony, allowing him to hold her without resistance.
When she remained silent, Hunter's voice broke with emotion. "Patricia, if you promise never to leave me again, I'll never raise my hand. Please don't go, I... I just can't be without you."
"You can't pull me from the darkness only to shove me back in. You can't ignore me, Patricia, I'm so into you, I love you, I really do love you..."
He professed his feelings over and over, desperate for her to believe.
But Patricia's face twisted into a bitter, sardonic smile.
Once, such words from him might have touched her deeply. Now, they were ludicrous.
She had pulled him from the darkness.
And yet, he had pushed her into an abyss and killed their daughter with his own hands.
What right did he have to speak such words? To be forgiven, to be redeemed?
"Oh... You love me? No... It's not love; it's possession. If you truly loved me, you wouldn't keep hurting me. I have given you a chance, yet you killed my daughter with your own hands. If that's what you call love, then I'd rather live without it."
Hunter shook his head vehemently,. "She's gone, but we can still have kids of our own.
We're young—we can have plenty more."
Patricia's fists clenched tight, all her self-control holding back a raging inferno of anger within.
No matter how many more, none would ever replace Fannie!.
But she didn't dare speak out.
Hunter's recent madness frightened her.
"Hunter, you bastard, don't you lay a finger on Patricia. If you've got a problem, you come at me... Hunter..."
Frank's roaring voice from outside the door snapped her back to reality.
To escape Hunter as soon as possible, Patricia ignored her injuries and feigned excruciating abdominal pain,. "My stomach... it hurts so much,. cCan you take me to the hospital?"
Hunter looked at her belly,. "Your stomach hurts?"
Patricia, with both hands on her abdomen, her face dotted with beads of sweat, nodded with difficulty,. "Yes!. It's really bad. You hit me there just now..."
Hunter paused for a moment.
He indeed had struck her, but as for where, he couldn't remember at all.
All he knew was that he was furious, completely out of control.
Patricia grasped his hand, pleading with humility,. "The pain... it's unbearable... please, take me to the hospital quickly."
Seeing her contorted face and agony that seemed genuine agony, Hunter panicked. He hoisted her over his shoulder in a rescue-style carry, commonly known as a fireman's carry, without taking the time to grab a coat or change shoes, and bolted out of there.
Suddenly, the door swung open, and Frank who had been, pounding outside, stumbled in, falling and fell to the floor.
Hunter didn't have the time to care; he rushed Patricia to the elevator and out of the building.
As Frank prepared to follow, his cell phone rang.
It was Martin on the line.
"Charles said to bring back the stuff grandma used before she passed away. I got it,; there's no need to call and remind her."
Frank barely comprehended, his voice laden with urgency,. "Patricia's in trouble,. sShe's with Hunter, and I don't know where he's taking her."
"What?"
Martin sprang from his chair during a game of checkers with Fannie.
"What's going on? Didn't she have work today? How could she end up with that scumbag?"
Frantically hammering the elevator button, Frank explained, "I was afraid Hunter might hurt Patricia, so I spilled the beans to her. She stormed off to confront Hunter and then..."
As he stumbled over his words, Martin, running out of patience, demanded,. "And then what?"
Ashamed, Frank muttered,. "I was standing guard outside. The door was bolted—I couldn't see anything. But, I heard Patricia screaming. When Hunter carried her out just now, she was all battered, beaten to a pulp."
"Damn it!"." Martin couldn't help but let loose a swear word. "What're you useful for? Get moving and follow them."
Martin, who usually kept his cool and steered clear of foul language, couldn't help but let loose a swear word.
"What're you useless for? Get moving and follow them!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, the elevator doors slid open, and Frank stepped in.
"I'm in the elevator now,. nNot sure if I can catch up."
"You idiot, why would you tell her that? Don't you know she's impulsive!? If something happens to her, I'll never let you off the hook."
After hanging up, Martin dialed Alan without hesitation. "Pull up the street surveillance footage outside the Ivara City hotel," he said while grabbing his coat and heading for the door. "I need Hunter's whereabouts."
"Pull up the street surveillance footage outside the Ivara City hotel right now. I need Hunter's whereabouts."
He said this whilst grabbing his coat and heading for the door.
After ending the call, he turned to Fannie trailing behind him,. hHis heart softened, and he gently ruffled her hair. "Daddy's got an important matter to handle, sweetheart.
Stay put here and wait for me. If you need anything, the bodyguards outside will help you."
Fannie, looking concerned, asked, "Daddy, were you just talking to godfatherUncle Frank? What happened? Is it serious? Is it about mMommy?"
She bombarded him with questions, having recognized the voice on the phone that seemed to belong to their godfather.
Not wanting to worry her, Martin smiled. "No, Princess, it was just one of my guys having a bit of trouble at work; I need to sort it out. Your mMommy's fine, nothing to worry about."
Trusting his words completely, Fannie nodded with a beaming smile,. "I'll be good and wait right here for you to come back, Daddy. Don't worry."
"That's my girl!"
." Martin felt his heart melt, planted a kiss onkissed her forehead, and then turned to leave.
Elsewhere, a low-key but luxurious Bentley cruised down the street.
Patricia sat in the passenger seat, her eyes tracing the streetscape that whizzed by the car window. Something felt off.
Fewer people.
Fewer cars.
This was definitely not the way to the downtown hospital. Instead, it was...
"Hunter, where are you taking me?" Patricia forced herself to stay calm, her hand resting on the door handle, ready to bolt at any moment.
Hunter kept his gaze on the road ahead and replied, "We're heading to the airport..."."
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