Chapter 375 Betrayal and Exposed Plans
At Hawthorn Hill.
Hunter approached with a plate of neatly sliced fruit,. He skewered a small piece on a fork, and offered it to Patricia with tender patience. ".
"Open up, Patricia, open up, here. Here comes the 'choo-choo'choo-choo train," he coaxed gently.
Patricia curled up on the bed, eyeing him with reservation as she shook her head.
"I don't want it, take it away... take it away...""
With soothing tones, Hunter cajoled her,. "C'mon, sweetheart, the doc. The doctor says fruits are good for your health and skin. How about being a good girl and having just a little?"
To get it over with quickly, Patricia feigned hesitation before obediently accepting the fruit from his hand.
For the first time in six months, she didn't yell at him, curse him, or lash out. Hunter felt a rush of emotion that warmed his eyes. Trembling slightly, he brought another piece of fruit to her lips. Again, Patricia complied quietly.
Hunter felt a rush of emotion that warmed his eyes.
Trembling slightly, he brought another piece of fruit to her lips.
Again, Patricia complied quietly.
Hunter beamed,. "That's my girl. How about I make it a daily thing to feed you fruit daily? That way, we'll get better much faster!"."
Back to the old Patricia.
Back to being someone normal.
Inside, Patricia sneered inwardly, but her face betrayed none of her scorn. She just gazed at him vacantly, looking for all the world like her condition had stabilized for the moment.
. Before long, the entire plate of fruit was gone.
Hunter tucked the plate away with a satisfied air.
"Patricia, it's been raining these past few days, making it hard to go out. How about, once it clears up, I take you out for some fun? Wherever you want to go, I'll take you there," he promised.
Martin had already left the country, which meant he hadn't discovered Patricia in Country M. Hunter could finally take Patricia out without worry.
This confirmed he hadn't discovered Patricia in the States.
Hunter could be bold and take Patricia out without worry.
As he gleefully planned their future life, his phone rang in his pocket.
. He pulled it out, seeing an unlisted number. His eyes narrowed slightly. Turning, then turned to Patricia, he said, "Patricia, .
"I'm going to step out to take this call. You stay put in your room, okay? No wandering off."
With those words,," he said, then left with his phone.
A flicker of suspicion ignited in Patricia's mind.
Hunter never used to take calls without her present, probably thinking that with her mental state, it didn't matter if he talked in front of her. But this time, she uncharacteristically dodged her. Could this be related to her? Or did it have something to do with Martin? No, she couldn't just sit by.
But this time, she uncharacteristically dodged her.
Could this be related to her?
Or did it have something to do with Martin?
No, she couldn't just sit by.
Patricia's breath caught. Barefoot, she slipped out of bed barefoot, and tiptoed across the room, easing the door open just a crack. Seeing no one outside, she boldly stepped into the hallway.
Luckily, Hunter's room was right next to hers.
She made her way to Hunter's door and pressed her ear against it, Hunter's voice coming through clearly.
"What did you say? Martin is in the StatesCountry M now?"
The mention of Martin sent shivers down Patricia's spine, her hands and feet trembling uncontrollably.
Just as she suspected.
This phone call really was about Martin.
Patricia pressed her ear closer, straining to hear.
Hunter's voice rang out again.
"He returned to Ivara City half a month ago, didn't he? He's been there the whole time."
"Do you know what it means to advance by retreating? Martin knew all along that Patricia wasn't dead, and that you brought her to the StatesCountry M. He went backreturned to Ivara City on purpose to lower your guard, then sneaked back and bided his time to rescue Patricia."
Hunter's eyes narrowed:. "Was it you? Did you tell him?"
Otherwise, with his plan so flawless plan, how could Martin possibly know Patricia was alive?
The person on the other end of the line chuckled darkly, their laughter tinged with a perverse joy:. "You've always been so sharp,. hHow come you've become so muddled now? What benefit would it be to me to tell him that Patricia is still alive?"? Don't forget, you want Patricia, but I want him."
"Don't forget, you want Patricia, but I want him!"
Hunter sneered,. "I'm the only one who knows your secret. You're using him to get rid of me, so your secret remains safe forever."
". Do I need to spell it out for you any more clearly?"
The other party, hit where it hurt but still unflustered, replied casually,. "We're in this together,. wWhy would I do such a thing?"
"Huh..." Hunter scoffed, disdain in his voice:. "Cut the clever act. You're out of your depth."
"Look, this is getting out of hand!. I called to tell you that Martin is coming tonight to take Patricia. If you don't want to lose her, you better take action now."
A twinge of concern flickered between Hunter's brows.
"How do you know he's coming to rescue Patricia tonight?"
Patricia's breath hitched, her mind erupting, as if something inside had exploded. Someone knew Martin was coming to save her tonight? Who could pull that off? How could they know such a detailed plan? Could there be a traitor in Martin's inner circle?
Someone knew Martin was coming to save her tonight?
Who could pull that off?
How could they know such a detailed plan?
Could there be a traitor in Martin's inner circle?
"I have my ways!. Just know, if you care about keeping Patricia here, you better make your move."
"Hmph," Hunter snorted a cold laugh through gritted teeth,. "If he thinks he's coming to save Patricia, I'll make sure he arrives alive but leaves in a body bag."
Hunter intended to kill Martin.
Tears welled up in Patricia's eyes as she bit down on her hand to stifle her anger and avoid revealing herself. But she couldn't let Hunter hurt Martin. She had to save him. Yet here she was, trapped. How could she possibly save him?
But she couldn't let Hunter hurt Martin.
She had to save him.
Yet here she was, trapped.
How could she possibly save him?
The conversation in the room droned on.
The voice on the phone offered a feigned warning, "You better not hurt him!"," the voice on the phone said.
Hunter ignored the plea and hung up abruptly.
He strolled over to the window, as the rain intensified outside, followed by the flash of lightning and the roar of thunder.
He extended a hand, feeling the raindrops splashing into his palm.
His eyes carried a sheer coldness, specks of blood-red lurking within.
'Martin.
Since you're foolishly walking into the lion's den...
I'll grant you your death wish and send you to join your stillborn children.'
Meanwhile, as soon as Hunter's call ended, Patricia scurried back to her room, curling up on her bed,. hHer arms wrapped around her knees, and her hands clenched into fists to control her trembling body.
Her thoughts were a chaotic mess,; she was utterly confounded.
How could she alert Martin to call off his plan tonight?
She had no way to contact him, and no tools at her disposal.
Confined within the walls of Hawthorn Hill, she couldn't sneak out to warn him either.
What to do?
What could she possibly do?
And just who was the snitch feeding information to Hunter?
If we don'tthey didn't sniff out the mole, it doesidn't matter how many plans Martin concocts—they'reconcocted; they were all doomed to fail. Worse, they'lld continually put Martin in harm's way.
No, that won't do.
She caouldn't leave—not yet.
She has to stay and ferret out the traitor for Martin.
Patricia racked her brains but couldn't come up withfind a way to tip off Martin.
After picking up the phone, Hunter seemed preoccupied with plotting against Martin and hadn't come to see her.
As the minutes ticked by, their rendezvous time crept ever closer.
Glancing at the wall clockapproached, Patricia notedchecked the clock and saw it was already eleven…
Just11 o'clock. There was just one more hour— to go.
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