Chapter 368 Patricia and Martin Reunite
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The person on the other end must have been stunned, as there was a long pause before responding.
Wondering if she'd gotten the number wrong, Patricia tentatively called out, "Charles?"
Finally, an excited, quivering voice came from the phone:. "Mom, Mommy..."
It was Charles.
Over half a year had passed.
At last, she heard her son, Charles's, voice again.
Patricia's eyes reddened with the intensity of suppressed emotions, as she strained to hold back a torrent of longing. "Remember what I told you," she said, her voice quivering.
She ended the call immediately, fearing that another word would make it impossible to let go. She knew that once Hunter entered, any further conversation would jeopardize their entire plan once Hunter entered.
And her gut had been right.
Hunter returned quickly and confiscated ther phone.
Desperate for a way to get Hunter to take her to the hospital, Patricia had feigned an exacerbation of her illness the previous night. She provocatively used a knife on him to reinforce her act, manipulating him into believing her condition had worsened and that she needed medical attention.
So far, everything was unfolding as she had meticulously plotted. The plan was advancing smoothly, and soon, she would see Martin. God only knows the enormous effort it took to rein in her excitement.
The plan was advancing smoothly, and soon she would see Martin.
God only knows the enormous effort it took to rein in her surging excitement.
In no time, Hunter and Patricia arrived at the hospital. Cautious not to repeat the mistake of Patricia going missing, Hunter was more vigilant this time. He clung to Patricia wherever they went, ensuring she never left his line of sight.
They went through the routine of seeing the doctor, paying the fees, and undergoing examinations.
The diagnosis was the same as before - a mental disruption caused by depression.
Professor Dr. Thomas added a new prescription to Patricia's regimen.
Following the visit, Hunter accompanied Patricia as they paid and queued for her medication. Patricia felt a growing sense of urgency as Hunter kept a watchful eye on her every move. She couldn't help but strategizestrategized about how she could find a way to see Martin.
Just then, aA quarrel erupted in front of them in the medication pickup line.
"Hey, what's wrong with you?the deal? Are you blind? You stepped on my foot," onea person complainedsaid.
"So I stepped on your foot; it's"Yeah, so? It's no big deal. To hear you, one would think I massacred your whole familybiggie," retorted the other.
"Look, it was clearly you who stepped on me first. Instead of an apology, you act as though I'm making trouble out of nothing."You should be apologizing, yet you're being rude. What's with your attitude? Ever heard of saying sorry?"
"Why should I apologize? It was an accident. It's not like it was a hard step, and you're not injured."
"YouWhy, you—"
"You whatWhat? If I step on you hard enough to kill you some daysomeday, then I'll apologize."
The comment incensed the first person, who reacted with a swift punch to the face.
Caught off guard, the The recipient of the blow lost balance, tumbling backwards and tumbled backward to the ground.
Behind him, Hunter had no chance to dodge as the commotion erupted too quickly. With wide eyes, he saw the collision coming and instinctively shoved Patricia aside at the last second.
Together, Hunter and the man behind him tumbled to the floor.
Before he could scramble upright, the aggressor, still not satisfied, swung his fists for another round. The two entangled swiftly in a scuffle. Hunter tried to extract himself, but someone else would fall into the fray whenever he attempted to rise, knocking him back down.
The two entangled swiftly in a scuffle.
Hunter tried to extract himself but found that every time he attempted to rise, someone else would fall into the fray, knocking him back down.
Seeing the fight ignite, some good Samaritans bystanders rushed over to break it up, only to find themselves caught in the punches instead.
as well. What started as a brawl between two had erupted into an all-out melee.
Hunter was further trapped even more, surrounded by a crowd of onlookersbystanders drawn to the spectacle.
Patricia saw him tripped up by an assailant and seized the moment to make her escape, slipping away unnoticed.
Barely She barely reaching the stairwell without ascending to the second floor, a pair of when a strong hands clamped around her wrist.
Patricia's breath hitched in panic, bracing to scream with feigned madness, when she was pressed against the wall, a hand covering her mouth, and a familiar husky voice filled her ear.
"It's me, Patricia!"
The, it's me," said a familiar husky voice was, as sensual as a resonant cello string — it was Martin.
Tears glossed her eyes as she beheld his familiar face,. hHer heart was sour with emotion, and her vision blurred.
Martin released her lipsmouth and with a swift move, pulled her into ana tight embrace so tight it was as if he wanted to meld her into his very soul.
"It really is you, Patricia..."."
Even a man as composed as Martin was moved to tears at that moment.
. He could hardly believe that Patricia was alive, standing right before him.
Holding her close felt surreal, like a dream he was afraid to awaken from, fearing she would vanishdisappear from his life once again.
Patricia herself couldn't fathom seeing Martin in this lifetime.
again. Though his embrace strained her breath, she clung to him, unwilling to let go for even a second, weeping inconsolably.
"It's really me... I'm alive, I didn't die..."
Martin's handsome face Martin buried his face into the nape of her neck.
His cold lips left a kiss onkissed her sensitive skin, leaving a trace of undeniable warmth.
The reality of his touch screamed that it was all true.
Not, not a dream.
Patricia was truly still among the living.
He was indeed looking into her eyes again.
The recognition sent waves of emotion crashing over him, his tears dampeneding the collar of Patricia's blouse.
The warmth pressing against the hollow of her neck grounded her in a way she had never felt before.
The charade of playing the fool had paid off.
"Were those two guys in on it with you?" she asked.
Martin nodded, offering no denial.
. "I figured something was up when you didn't come over. I guessed you were tied up, and I had to think on my feet," he explained.."
Her arms tightened around him.
She had known it—it was too much of a coincidence.
And just Just as she washad been plotting her own escape, someone had beat her to it.
Understandingcreated the peril they were in, perfect distraction.
Martin reluctantly let go, cradling her face and wiping away her tears, despite thea thousand words that laylying unsaid between them.
"Patricia, I'm going to take you home."
She shook her head. "No, this is Hunter's turf. If he notices I'm gone, he'll lock down every exit. We won't just be trapped here; we won't even make it out of the hospital."
Martin's throat constricted, his voice rough with emotion. "Come with me to the roof. Whatever it takes, I'm getting you out of here."
She knew the score all too well.
In Hunter's domain, they were sitting ducks.
Last time, even with meticulous planning, Martin hadwas shot and nearly met his end under Hunter's grip.
died. This time, she couldn't let him risk it all again.
They needed a full-prooffoolproof plan to escape.
"Martin, listen to me. Seeing you today was to let you know I'm still alive. I miss you and the kids so much!. I'm safe with Hunter for now. Cold-blooded as he is, he won't hurt me just yet. Go back, and we'll come up with a plan,; pick the perfect moment. Hunter doesn't know I've contacted you yet. If we're going to run, we need to make it count. If we spook him, it'll only make things harder."
"But..." Martin resisted.
Patricia gently cupped his face, reassuring him. "I know how hard this is for you. But we have to think about our kids. If anything happens to us, what will become of them?"
Hearing her words, Martin sobered up.
Patricia reiterated with concern, "I'm currently living. "I live at 108 State Street in the East-West District, apartment number ten!. My room is on the second floor, with a garden view directly to the south—notice the red and gray patchwork curtains. Hunter destroyed all my communication devices, so whoever you send to get in touch has to be careful; we have a lot of security around."
Martin made a mental note of the details she provided.
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