Chapter 381 Martin is Dead
Hunter had never seen her like this. Now, he truly felt that she wanted him dead.
He reflexively raised his hands to shield himself from the cleaverknife.
Then, the sound of the knife hitting the floor came to his ears, followed by Patricia, collapsing to the ground.
Hunter cautiously removed his arms and saw Patricia lying there, her breathing tight. He quickly cradled her, gently touching her pale face.
"Patricia, what's wrong? Patricia..."
James, looking down with remorse, said, "Mr. Miller, I'm sorry. I saw she was going to hurt you, so I knocked her out."
Hunter did not blame him, picked up Patricia and laid her gently on the bed.
Seeing that Hunter didn't blame him, James let out a sigh of relief, turned, and left the bedroom to call the family doctor, then instructed his subordinates to clean up. They swiftly erased any signs of the scuffle, leaving no trace behind.
They swiftly erased any signs of the scuffle, leaving no trace behind.
Before long, the doctor arrived.
When doctor arrived, he saw the wound on Hunter's arm, he was shocked.
The gash was long and deep; the flesh turned inside out.
"Mr. Miller, this is a deep wound,. It may hurt a lot."
"Mmhmm!"
Hunter nodded, extending his arm to the doctor, though his gaze never left Patricia, lying there, unconsciously.
While unconscious, even while the doctor sanitized his wound, Hunter lost in the thoughts of Patricia, completely oblivious to the pain.
"All set!. Keep the wound dry for the next few days, avoid spicy foods, and eat a healthy diet."
The doctor handed Hunter a bottle of pills, instructing patiently,, "Here's an antibiotic, take it three times a day, two pills each time. And if the pain becomes unbearable, take one of these painkillers. But don't take them too frequently; they can become addictive and less effective."
After the doctor left, Hunter caressed her pale cheeks. He whispered to himself, " . "Martin is dead!. I believe someday you'll come to love me. I'll treat you a thousand times better than he ever did."
Patricia just lay there quietly, no response.
Time slipped away quietly.
Unable to resist fatigue any more, Hunter slumped onto the bed and drifted to sleep.
The rain that had lasted the entire night finally ceased.
As the warm sunlight streamed through the window, it cast a beautiful rainbow across the room.
Hunter had a deep sleep that he normally never had. When he finally awoke, it was nearing noon.
The first thing he did upon opening his eyes was to look for Patricia, but what he saw was an empty bed.
He rushed out of the room and asked a passing servant.
, "Where's Patricia? Where did she go?"
"Mrs. WatsonShe's... she's in the garden..."
Upon hearing this, Hunter ran outside.
The garden was wet and muddy.
There was, with Patricia, standing in the mud with bare foot. she staredbarefoot, staring blankly towardsat the gate like a ghost.
The Meanwhile, the butler was Relieved to see Hunter, holding a pair of shoes, was relieved to see Hunter and exclaimed, "Sir, she hasshe's stood here motionless for three hours, refusing to wear her shoes. I tried! Despite my efforts to persuade her, but she won't listen to a single word."
Hunter approached Patricia and deliberately blocked her line of sight.
But However, she showed no reaction, as if he didn't exist, continuing to starestaring straight ahead.
He had never seen her like this before and it This unprecedented behavior frightened him. "Patricia, what's wrong? Patricia…?"
"Patricia, what's wrong? Patricia..."
Yet, there was no response, as if
As if she hadn't heard him, there was no response.
Hunter cradled her face, expecting her to react as she had in the past, pushing him away and then scolding him. Contrarily, this time, she didn't. Instead, she just stood there silently. Overnight, she seemed to have transformed from a vibrant person into a lifeless husk, a body without a soul.
But this time, she didn't.
She just stood there silently.
Overnight, she seemed to have transformed from a vibrant person into a lifeless husk; a body without a soul.
And she's like this, This transformation was not because of him, but because ofdue to another man. A surge of
Overwhelmed by jealousy drove, Hunter mad as he held her face intightened his strong grip, on her face. "I know you're blamingyou blame me!, Bbut I have no regrets at all. I'll never. Nor will I ever feel remorse for Martin's death. No one is going to take you away from me ever again. I don't careEven if it's justyou're a soulless shell of you left because your soul followed him, now, I'm satisfied as long as your body is atby my side."
SheThen, she stared at Hunter, muttering,", "Martin's dead?"
HerThese words dissolved into tears, hands grasping. Grasping at Hunter's shoulders as, she let out a heart-wrenching scream,. "Give him back to me! Why did you kill him? I want Martin back,! pPlease... bring him back to me..."
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