Chapter 367 Hunter Tests Patricia
Five minutes later.
The, the bedroom door swung open.
Hunter entered with a smile, while Patricia remained curled up in the corner of the bed, staring blankly ahead.
The cellphonecell phone lay undisturbed on the nightstand.
He walked over, pickinged up the phone, and cheerfully said to Patricia, "Forgot my phone here. You just relax. I'll come to keep you company once I'm done with work."
Patricia still didn't react.
Unfazed, heHe took the phone and left the room.
Back in the study, the gentle look on his face vanished completely. He powered up the phone, scouring messages.
Call, call logs.
Texts.
Emails.
, texts, and emails. He combed through every communication app on the device.
Nothing suspicious popped up.
Still uneasy, he called James, instructing him to check the carrier's records.
Phone logs can could be deleted, but if the number'sa number had been used, the service provider wouldwould surely have a record of it.
Despite yesterday's events, where he seemed to trust Patricia on the surface, deep down, he remained wary.
Yet, just to To be sure, he had to probe once more before he could truly settle his doubts.
He could never stomach the thought of Patricia faking her madness, scheming to slip away from him.
Before long, James relayed the outcome of his investigation. "I've checked everything; the last call was a few minutes ago, from me. Same with the text messages. No sign of any numbers from Country Z."
"I've checked everything; the last call was a few minutes ago, from me! Same with the text messages. No sign of any numbers from Z country."
Hearing this, Hunter finally allowed himself to relax.
It seemed he had been worrying over nothing.
Patricia was not feigning insanity.
She had genuinely lost her mind.
This realization brought him both relief and sorrow.
Emotions tangled, and he felt an inexplicable heaviness in his heart.
That evening…
The, the nightmare replayed itself.
Patricia, who had been stable for a few days, grabbed a sharp kitchen knife and stealthily ascended the stairs, intent on slashing Hunter.
ButHowever, Hunter's door was locked.
After the last harrowing experience with Patricia's attack, he was left with a lingering trepidation, apprehensive of a repeat incident, so he took to securing his door from the inside every night before sleep.
When she couldn't open the door, Patricia didn't retreat; instead, she raised the knife and hacked at the solid wood with ferocity.
Each blow echoed with a bone-chilling ‘'thud, thud, thud, thud',' shattering the stillness of the dark, adding a layer of horror to the night.
Hunter, usually a light sleeper, awoke instantly at the first slice through the silence. The rest of his sleep vanished in an instantinstantly, replaced by a cold sweat.
"Hunter, you killed my children, so. I'm going to kill you.! We'll go down together; you will pay with your life for my child..."
!" Patricia's voice, relentless as a death knell, rang outside.
Mixed with the stabbing sound of chopping, it was as if a vengeful spirit from a horror movie was claimingclaimed souls, setting off a tide of panic that made one's skin crawl.
With each strike, the knife's sharp edge of the knife peeked through the door.
Hunter dared not act rashly and rang up James, urging him to hurry over with the doctor.
Patricia's ruckus was immense.
Soon after, the household staff converged at the scene.
Seeing her with the knife again, aiming for Hunter, they scrambled back in terror.
In that moment, the The bodyguards arrived, swiftly disarming Patricia and restraining her.
Since the previous incident, Hunter had beefed up security at Hawthorn Hill, stationing guards all around—never expecting that tonight, they would prove their worth tonight.
As Patricia was finally restrained, Hunter cautiously emerged from behind the door.
The sight of him rekindled the fires of struggle within Patricia, who had barely ceased her efforts to break free.
"Let me go! Hunter, I swear I'll kill you... kill you..."!" she screamed, a wild fury blazing in her eyes as though nothing would satisfy her more than seeing him dead.
Hunter fought back tears, a mix of hurt and reluctant acceptance heavy in his heart.
"Patricia, why? I've done everything I can. Can't you see that? What more do you want from me to willingly stay by my side?" he pleadedsaid, though awarehe knew she might not comprehend his words.
Yet, he needed to voice his pent-up emotions; the weight of silence was too much to bear. "I've done everything I can. Can't you see that? What more will it take for you to accept me?"
His lament hung unanswered in the chilly air; Patricia simply echoed her vengeful mantra.
"You monster, I'll kill you, I'll kill you..."
Unable to bear her words any longer, Hunter grabbed a sedative and swiftly slipped it into her mouth when she next opened it to curse him.
. The medication took swift hold, and Patricia's frenzy subsided. Her body went limp, succumbing to a drugged sleep.
With quick reflexes, Hunter caught her in his arms and carried her back to her room.
James promptly arrived with the doctor.
Hunter, pale as death, said tersely, "She's been on medication for a while, and her condition seemed stable until tonight when it suddenly worsened."," Hunter said, pale as death.
The doctor, looking over the hospital reports with grave concern, advised,. "Dr. Thomas is the leading authority in psychiatry. The prescriptions he's given Mrs. Watsonyour wife are specific to her condition. My recommendation is to follow Dr. Thomas' directives. Take some time each day to gettake her out, and let her see more of the world. – sSometimes a change ofin scenery can do wonders for one's mental health."
Impatience flickered in Hunter's eyes, his handsome face shrouded in a cold seriousness.
Take Patricia out? With It was unthinkable with Martin currently in the country, and after yesterday's unforeseen encounter...
. That was precisely why he disregarded the doctor's advice, keeping Patricia confined at home, and never leaving her side.
Unintended However, his actions might have unintentionally exacerbated her condition.
Noticing Hunter's reluctance, the doctor suggested another option,. "Alternatively, you could revisit Dr. Thomas with Mrs. Watsonyour wife. He's the expert; it might help to consider his opinion."
Hunter took a moment, weighing to weigh his options, and without hesitation, opted for the latter.
without hesitation. The decision was made; Hunter would seek Dr. Thomas's counsel once moreagain.
Early the following morning.
, Hunter got an early start, drivingtook Patricia to the hospital.
After last night's commotion, Patricia was unusually quiet, sitting. She sat by the car door, her chin resting on it, staring intently at the landscape whizzing by.
Hunter sat beside her, with an empty seat dividing them.
Patricia's health had been fluctuatingfluctuated, so her current unusual calmness didn't raise any suspicion.
Unbeknownst to him, Patricia's palms were already drenched in sweat. As the hospital drew closer, her body trembled uncontrollably.
As the hospital drew closer, her body trembled uncontrollably.
Charles must have gotten in touch with Martin by now.
Absolutely.
She had sneakily used Hunter's phone last night to call Charles., who must have passed her message to Martin by now.
Pressed for time and fearing Hunter's imminent return, she was brief on the phone, "Charles, it's Mommy. I need you to pass a message to Daddy. Tell him to wait for me on the second-floor corridor of the Central Hospital's outpatient clinic. After I hang up, erase this call log immediately. Leave no trace."
She knew Hunter was suspicious.
Despite her best act at last night's wine gala, she couldn't completely dispel his doubts.
He was certain to test her again.
Leaving his phone behind last night was no accident, and she had understood his intent.
After all, how could someone so vigilant 'accidentally' leave his phone in her room while cutting off all her other means of communication?
But she also knew if she missed this chance, there was no telling how long it would be before she could get help again.
After a moment of consideration, she made the decisive call to Charles. She was confident that he could erase the call records.
She was confident that Charles could erase the call records completely with his skills.
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