Chapter 292 Strapped to the Operating Table
Her hand paused mid-motion, placingand she set her utensils down with a sharp clink that brokeshattered the silence.
"Impossible. I'd rather die than let you touch my babies," she declaredPatricia stated firmly.
Hunter, mustering patience, tried to persuade her calmly,. "They're Martin's offspring.
They'll strain our marriage. They can't stay."
Marriage? The wordnotion of marriage seemed laughablyabsurdly out of place to Patricia, yet she dared not mockrefrained from scoffing at it. Instead, she insisted,held her ground. "No matter what you say, I won't let you harm them.
They're my line in the sand."
OnceWith the pretenses had been stripped awayfacade dropped, Hunter's true nature emerged, no longer reined in. He set down self surfaced, unrestrained. He put his silverware, walked leisurely aside, strolled behind Patricia, and leaned down to whisper gentlywhispered softly in her ear, "Be a good girl, and just listen."
A chill ran downshiver coursed through Patricia's spine.
Even though his His voice was soft and tender,gentle, yet it inexplicably sentevoked a shiver down her spine, raising goosebumps as ifdread like a phantom touch trailedghostly caress trailing over her skin.
She was utterly convinced that if she uttered one more syllable of defiance, his handsany further resistance would find their wayprovoke him to strangle her delicate throat.
Seeing her submissioncapitulate, Hunter's satisfactionpleasure was palpableevident. He affectionately rtouffsled her hair, "That's my good girl, Patricia!. Eat up. You don't want to go hungry tonight."
Watching him with his nonchalant air, Patricia's body Patricia trembled uncontrollably.
It was a profound, watching him resume his casual demeanor. A deep-seated fear of Hunter that shookengulfed her to the core.
How could this be happening?
How had her gentle, understandingthe kind, approachable boy- next- door turansformed into this monstrous figure?
Hunter moved took his seat beside her, taking a seat at again as the table.
The maid promptly brought over his utensils and bowlserved his meal.
While eating, Hunter saidhe mentioned, "You should head to bedretire early tonight. I've been away for a while, and there's a moundpile of work at the office that needsdemands my attention. I won't be able tocan't stay with you tonight."
Patricia could hardly contain herfelt a wave of relief, welcoming at the newsprospect of his absence. With him gone, a chance to escape might present itself, glimpsing a potential opportunity to flee.
But Hunter, as if he readsensing her mind, Hunter's lips curled intothoughts, flashed a slyknowing smile, his tone gentle as he warned and cautioned gently, "Don't even think of running away.about escaping. My people are everywhere, both inside and out ofoutside this villa—you won't getmake it far. And even ifshould you dosomehow manage to escapeslip away, remember, you're still in my territorydomain. You'll end up right back with me. Just stay puthere and wait for me at home. I'll come to pickfor you up myself tomorrow morning."
It was aan overt threat.
A blatant, undisguised threat.
Patricia was seething, her blood boilingPatricia's anger boiled at his words.
She couldn't believe; she was astounded that such a tender expressionsoft-spoken tone could deliverconvey such chilling remarksmenacing intent.
After dinner, Hunter spent a short whilebrief moment with Patricia before he hurriedrushing off to the office.
Before ldepavrting, he didn't forgetmade sure to instructgive his instructions to Knox, the head of security, Knox,. "Keep a closevigilant eye on her, and be on the lookout watch out for Davis Sadie as welltoo. No one goes inenters or outleaves without my say-sopermission."
Knox nodded, understanding his orders.
Knox acknowledged, fully aware of what was expected of him.
As Hunter looked back at the house, there was an unfamiliar sense of contentment onspread across his face, a sense of peace settling in his heart.
With Patricia here, his wandering heart finally seemed to have found its home.
He had found its home, giving him a new motivationreason to keep movingmove forward.
Once Hunter had leftwas gone, Patricia returneated to her room, the maids shadowingfollowing her every step.move.
Exasperated, Patricia said, "Can you both step out? I want to get some sleep."
With their heads bowed, one of the maids responded respectfullyreplied, "Mr. Hunter has instructed us to stay by your side constantlyat all times, madam. If He'll dismiss us if he finds out we've disobeyed, he'll dismiss us."
Tugging"Can't you see I'm injured?" Patricia said, tugging at her hair in frustration, Patricia said, "Can't you see I'm injured? . "I'm not going anywhere. I just want to rest, and I can't sleep with you staring at me."
At her wordsHearing this, the two maids astonishingly turned around, their backs to the bed.
"We won't disturb you; please get some rest."," they assured her.
Patricia asked one last question, "Are you really not going to leave, no matter what?" Patricia asked.
The maids nodded resolutely,. "We are here to take care of you, ma'am."
Patricia felt a surge of fury that she couldn't quell, and stormed off to the bathroom in a huff. Just asAs she was about to close the door, one of the maids followed her in.
"I need to use the restroom."," Patricia stated.
The"I'll be right here," the maid stoodsaid, standing with her back to the door, "I'll be right here. . "Let me know if you need anything."
Patricia was dumbfounded.
She was engulfed by a sense of helplessness she'dfelt helpless like never felt before.
Just as As Hunter had said, this villa was staffed entirely by his people. Escape seemed impossible unless she could magically sprout wings.
Even if she managed to get awayescape, returning to Ivara City was out of the question.
What was she to do?
To keep an eye on her, the maids took turns resting. Linda took the early shift, and Es took the later one, maintaining a vigilant watch by her bed as if afraid she might vanish into thin air.
Linda took the early shift, and Es took the later one.
They kept vigilant watch by her bed, their eyes locked on her, as if afraid she would vanish into thin air.
ShePatricia contemplated countless escape plans.
Jumping through the window?
Impossible.
The was impossible; the windows on the second floor were sealed halfway; no, making it impossible for an adult couldto squeeze through.
Faking illness to get to the hospital and then escaping wasseemed even less likely.
; Hunter would simply hire a family doctor.
She thought aboutconsidered asking Linda or Es for a mobile phone to send a distress signal to Martin.
But, but they were too cautious and wouldn't be fooled.
What to do?
How could she escape?
Amidst this anxiety and restlessness, dawn broke.
, and Patricia was completely in despair.
Hunter approached her with a red and white checkered wool coat he'd picked out personally from the wardrobe, offering it with a cheerful smile,. "I had this made just for you. ," he said, his voice cheerful. "It's been ready for a while, and today, it finally comes in handy. Hurry up; get dressed, and I'll take you to the hospital."
The gentler his smile, the colder Patricia felt inside.
She clutched his hand tightly, pleading and pleaded desperately, "I beg you, don't harm my children; they are innocent! ," she said, her voice filled with desperation. "I'll do anything; I will stay by your side and never leave you, just please..."
She had hoped her plea would make Hunter back down, but instead, his smile slowly froze, and through clenched teeth, he asked, "Do you love Martin that much?"
"Huh?" Patricia lookedsaid, looking at him, baffled, failing to understand his sudden mention of Martin.
Hunter's expression twisted into something monstrous, his face contorting as though possessed by a sinister demon. "You stay by my side to save the child with Martin you'd rather see alive? Huh?" he said, his words laced with a palpable threat.
"You stay by my side, to save the child with Martin you'd rather see alive? Huh?"
His words were laced with a palpable threat.
Patricia's face turned ghost white, fear pushing her backward, and her head shakingshook in firm denial. "No, this is my child, not just Martin's. ," she said firmly. "Even if they weren't Martin's, I would still protect them. It's my duty as a mother."
Sadly, jealousy had clouded Hunter's judgment, and he was deaf to her pleas. His hand snapped out, grabbing Patricia's wrist and pulling her close with a forceful yank.
"This child must not remain!"," Hunter declared, his voice devoid of warmth.
Ignoring Patricia's protests, he forcibly swept her into his arms.
Frantic, Patricia struggled and beat against him. "Let go, just let me go... ," she pleaded. "This is my child,. yYou have no right to take their life... If you harm them, I'll hate you forever..."
"I don't care about your hatred!"," Hunter retorted coldly. "Hate me all you want.
Whether I hurt them or not, you'd still hate me. A little more, a little less—it makes no difference to me."
She was onOn the verge of breaking down, Patricia found her cries and struggles useless against the grip of his iron will.
unyielding resolve. As she thrashed wildly, Hunter, decideding against letting her change clothes and, wrapping, wrapped her in a blanket, he. He then bundled her into the car, and then restrained her on the operating table.
The blinding lights above the operating table forced herPatricia to squint.
It was, a terrifying deéjaà vu—an echo of washing over her. It echoed the day, five years ago, when she'd been forcibly strapped to an operating table to donate bone marrow to Debbie....
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