Chapter 302 Patricia, Whose Children Do You Carry?
In the past few days, everyoneEveryone had been frantically trying to save PatriciaMartin in the past few days, sacrificing much-needed rest.
After holding on for several hours, Carter and Luke couldn't stay awake any longer and dozed off in their chairs.
Patricia, too anxious to sleep, kept a vigilant eye on Martin's condition.
Time slipped away minute by minute.
Just as they neared Ivara City, Martin's temperature spiked.
Glancing at the thermometer, Patricia couldn't believe her eyes—a dangerous fever of 102.4°F.
She quickly woke Carter: "Carter, . "I need some warm water,. Martin has a high fever. I've got to cool him down."
HearingI've got to cool him down."
Carter, hearing Martin's condition, Carter snapped awake and hurried to fetch the water.
Patricia gingerly peeled off Martin's shirt and wiped his torso repeatedly with a warm towel before pressing a cool one against his forehead.
After some time, his fever receded to 101.3°F. It was an improvement but still alarmingly high. Martin's face was flushed with fever, his brows furrowed in distress—indicating how miserable he felt.
FraughtIt was an improvement but still alarmingly high.
Martin's handsome face was flushed with fever, his brows furrowed in distress—indicating how miserable he felt.
Carter, fraught with worry, Carter asked, "What's our next move? Why's he got a fever now?"
Patricia didn't respond immediately. Tossing the towel back into the basin, she unwrapped the bandage from Martin's wound and saw the area red and swollen, unnervingly hot to the touch.
"It's an infection, and it's inflamed!"," she said.
That single statement turned Carter's face went pale.
"What do we do? It'sThere's still hours before we reach Ivara City!"."
Patricia glanced out the window, her voice gravesaying gravely, "Can we land at the nearest airport?
His wound needs immediate care, or it might get worse."
Carter had an epiphany and grabbed the intercom to contact the pilot. "Where are we now?"
"Where are we now?"
The pilot replied, "We're over international waters. Our next overfly is N City's Airport."," yhe pilot replied.
N City?
Carter's face lit up with hope.
"The Langley Group has a branch office there. I'll immediately contact Alan right away to arrange for us to land in N City."
Upon hearing the news, Patricia heaved a sigh of relief so forceful it seemed to deflate her entire being. Without skipping a beat, she meticulously cleaned and redressed his wound meticulously, ensuring that no time would be lost upon landing.
Carter was a man of efficiency. Poor reception on the plane made calls challenging, so he opted for a video call to reach Alan.
Alan picked up almost instantly, and, upon hearing Carter's situation, he promptly ended the call to make the necessary arrangements.
Within ten minutes, Alan was back on the line.
"Carter, everything's set. You're cleared to land at N city's Airport!. I've got an ambulance from 911 emergency services on standby. They'll come directly to you guys once you're on the ground."
"Great!. Look after Charles and the little lady for me."
"Don't worry, I'll keep the young master and miss safe."
Carter finished the call and immediately askedtold the pilot to prepare for landingto land at N city's Aairport.
Meanwhile, Patricia never stoppedkept refreshing the cold compress on Martin's forehead. Because he was lying on his side, the cloth needed constant pressure.
TearsWith tears brimming in her eyes, Patricia held the compress in one hand while gripping Martin's firmly in her other. She whispered desperately into his ear, "Martin, you have to be alright, you have to pull through, Martin..."
Sadly, Martin showed no sign of awakening from his coma.
Patricia's heart was knotted tight with pain, almost to the point of suffocation.If Martin made it through this, she silently vowed to repay him—she just had to.
If Martin made it through this, she silently vowed to repay him - she just had to.
Minutes later, the plane touched down safely at N city's Aairport.
As soon as the plane came to a halt, medical staff boarded with a stretcher, and both Carter and Luke helped transfer Martin onto it. Patricia followed them into the waiting ambulance.
Carter had Luke book a hotel room and keep tabs onmonitor Hunter's every move, meanwhile hacking into Tthe Miller Group's systems to keep Hunter preoccupied and away from their affairs. Carter himself took a taxi and followed the ambulance to the hospital.
Carter himself took a taxi following the ambulance to the hospital.
Martin was soon rushed into the ER.
Outside, Patricia sat on a bench outside, hands clasped, praying nonstop for Martin's safety.
Carter sat quietly beside her.
The red light above the emergency room door was glaring, unyielding.
Time stretched on painfully slow.
Dawn until dawn broke.
The first light of day streamed through the windows, bathing Patricia and Carter in a warm, comforting glow.
Though the room was filled with warmthwarm, Patricia felt nothing of the sort. Her body was icy as though submerged in glacial water, chilled to the core.
As Martin remained in the ER for an uncomfortably long time, anxiety welled up in Carter. "Patricia, the Boss is going to be okay, right?"
He wasn't a doctor.
But, but he understood that longer emergency care or surgical procedures often meant more serious conditions.
Patricia trembled uncontrollably, her lips parted to speak, yet no sound came out, as she was swallowed by fear and distress.
Swallowed by fear and distress, she was unable to voice her thoughts.
Her reacondition only served to heighten Carter's fear.
The usually composed and self-assured man He found his hands and feet quivering uncontrollably with dread.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the red light outside the emergency room dimmed after what felt like an eternity.
Almost in unison, Patricia and Carter leaped to their feet and dashed to the doors of the ER. As the doctor appeared, they blurted out, "Doctor, how's the patient?"
The doctor smiled reassuringly,. "Thankfully, we removed the bullet in time and managed the inflammation and fever. The patient will be fine. He'll need to stay in the hospital for a few days to fully recover from the wound before he can be discharged."
Relief washed over Patricia and Carter simultaneously, their eyes misting over.
In their elation, their eyes misted over.
Martin was taken to a private room on an IV.
Both Patricia and Carter stayed by his side at the hospital.
After a day and night without food, Carter stepped out to buy breakfast while Patricia,the exhausted, Patricia dozed off beside the bed. She wasn't sure how long she slept before feeling a gentle caress on her cheek.
She wasn't sure how long she slept before feeling a gentle caress on her cheek.
Blearily openingOpening her eyes, Patricia's gaze met a pair of tender, almost tearful eyes.
Instantly She instantly became wide awake,.
"You're awake!" she exclaimed excitedly, "You're awake! . "How do you feel? Does the injury still hurt?"
Martin shook his head and smiled, "No pain, not at all. "Nope, doesn't hurt one bit."
Part of Patricia wished he'd admit to some pain.
ButPart of Patricia wished he'd admit to some pain, but his denial of any discomfort made her heart heavier, and tears instantly welled up in her eyes.
"Fool, talking about no pain, "Idiot," she said, tears streamed down her face. "How can you claim you don't feel any pain with the bullet wound so deep!? If I had known you were shot, I never would've let you board that plane. I'd rather have gone back with Hunter than have anything happen to you..."."
Tears streamed down her face as she spoke.
Seeing her in this state, Martin's concern spiked. He pushed himself up,, and despite the discomfort, he pushed himself up to wipe away her tears.
Seeing him attempting to sit up, Patricia immediately rose to help him sit up, propping up the pillows for him to lean against.
Martin cradled her face in his hands, his thumbs gently wiping away the tears streaming down her cheeks, his voice hoarse with emotion, "Please don't cry. This is all my fault. If I hadn't called off our engagement, none of this would have happened.".
"Please don't cry," he said hoarsely. "This is all my fault. None of this would have happened if I hadn't called off our engagement."
Suddenly, with a voice wavering with realization, he asked, he remembered something.
"On our wedding day, ," he said, his voice wavering, "Frank told me you were carrying Hunter's child. It's notThe twinsy weren't aren't his, were are they?""
If Frank had been Hunter's plantspy all along...
Then the, then his words he spoke thaton the wedding day were cast into doubt.
Ifunreliable. But if the twin child babies Patricia was carrying wasn'tweren't Hunter's, then whose was were itthey?
He felt the blood in his veins boiling atAt the thought of the lonlye possibility, he felt the blood in his veins boil, and he was too agitated to speak.
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