Chapter 382 Picking Up the Pieces, Avenging Martin
Hunter watched her helplessly,
Witnessing Patricia heartbroken over another man, and felt even more certain about his , Hunter's conviction in his decision, and the more unshaken he felt. only solidified. As long as Martin existed, hewas in the picture, Patricia would never fully have Patricia at be his side.
He shookShaking her head violently, "Let me tell you,vigorously, he said, "I need to make it clear; I've never seenregarded you as a sister. Not in the pastbefore, not now, not ever. I havenever. I've loved you from the start, and I swore to marry you."
Patricia pushed him away
, saying, "Why didmust you have to marry me? Why? OfOut of all the women in the world, why did it have to be me? You are so annoying."You're insufferable!"
"Why, you ask?" Hunter smirked ironically, towering over hersaid with a smirk and an assertive presence, "Why? air of dominance. "There's no particular reason. It justYou're just special to me because it is you, it can only be you.. No other woman will do.."
AndAt this, Patricia laughed ironicallycould only laugh.
Hunter caughtgrabbed her arm and, with a firm grip, scooped, lifted her up aroundeffortlessly by the waist, and placedset her down on a stone bench in the garden. He tookthen accepted a tissue from the butler and carefully wiped, meticulously cleaning the mud from her feet before carefully slipping her shoes back on.
Subsequently, Patricia reverted to her previous states,
She became quiet and unresistant again. Her eyes were dull, unfocused, staring listlessly aheadwithdrawn self, silent and unresisting. Her gaze was distant and vacant, fixed on some unseen point as Hunter cleanedtended to her feet and put on her shoes.
After he finishedUpon finishing, Hunter wipedcleaned his hands clean with a wet wipe passed to him by the butler.
Patricia gazed up at handed him. Patricia's gaze shifted towards the sky.
The clarity ofSuddenly, the clear day had turned suddenly; was overshadowed by the gathering of dark clouds amassed overhead,, heralding an omen of the approaching tempestimminent storm.
Hunter's hand grippedGrasping her chin, forcing firmly, Hunter forced her to look up at him. He spoke with a stern warning inmeet his voicegaze., "Remember, Martin is gone. You're mine now. You're mine now. Don't think you can fooldeceive me with your act. Even if you lostwere to lose your mindsanity, I'd still keep you by my side. Ifclose. Should you die, I'll have body cremated and put I'll keep your ashes next to beside my bed, to accompanykeeping me company every day!"."
AndS she wouldn't even look at him.
Hunter stepped back, softeningrefused to meet his eyes.
Taking a step back, Hunter's tone, "I will softened. "I'm willing to give you time to forget himmove on, but don't make me wait too long. But keep in mind,test my patience will run out one daytoo much. Remember, it has its limits."
She Without a word, she stood up and wentdrifted back into the house like a ghost, locking, secluding herself in her room and sitting. There, she sat by the window, staring blankly outsideher gaze empty, lost in the distance.
And Hunter, true to his words, did not disturbword, respected her and allowedsolitude, allowing her the space to staydwell in her own world.
OneA month had passedwent by.
Patricia had become like a robot devoid of emotions, punctually descendingPatricia had transformed into an emotionless automaton, adhering strictly to her routine. She descended the stairs for breakfast punctually at 8 AM each day, then returning, retreated to her room afterward to gazestare out the window.
Midday found her at the dining table again, on the dot,, and reappeared promptly for lunch, followed by more hours spent looking outside from. The afternoon saw her again at her window perch.
Dinner was served, lost in the view, only to break for dinner at 6 PM, after which. Afterward, she would resumeresumed her silent vigilwatch by the window.
No one knewunderstood what capturedheld her attentiongaze so completely.
She never wentintently; she hadn't stepped outside for a wholein an entire month.
Hunter, too, had confined himselfalso remained indoors, keeping her company.
Business matters were left in the hands of He delegated business affairs to James and Daniel, and if there was anything they couldn't handle, James would bring it to Hunter at Hawthorn Hillonly involving himself when James presented issues that required his direct attention.
Today,James entered with a briefcase as Hunter sat withand Patricia were at the breakfast table, James came in with a briefcase in hand.
"What's upthe situation?" Hunter asked casuallywith a relaxed demeanor.
James glancedbriefly looked at Patricia before replying, "The and said, "We're close to finalizing the details for the collaboration with Tthe Koch Group are nearly finalized; they just need; they're awaiting your reviewapproval. Once it's all goodyou've reviewed everything, we can go ahead and signproceed with the contract signing."
Acknowledging with a nod, Hunter nodded, and then they went upstairsled James to the study upstairs.
Maintaining her expressionless facade, Patricia, her face a blank mask, finished eatingher meal and went upstairs. Passing byascended the stairs. As she passed Hunter's study, she thought she heard the word "a fragment of their conversation mentioning Martin".
Instinctively, she paused caught her ear, prompting her to stop and took a couple of steps closeredge nearer to the door.
"Has Martin's body still hasn't been founddiscovered yet?"
"The rain was torrentialdownpour that day was severe; the river's currents were fierce,"
"Mr. Miller, you can beoverwhelming," came the reply. "Rest assured! He was badly injured, there's no way for him to have survived, sir. Given his severe injuries, survival in the flowingturbulent river would have been impossible."
Hunter didn't respond.
The thoughtimagery of Martin's body lying cold and Martin, lifeless filledand abandoned, ignited a fierce loathing in Patricia with an intense hatred, a desire to dismantle Hunter piece by piece to pay tribute to Martin.
She wished she could tear Hunter apart, using his blood to honor Martin.
AsJust as she was preparingabout to leave, Hunter spoke upHunter's voice unexpectedly broke the silence.
"Deliver a generous presents to "Ensure the Koch family; they played a crucial role receives lavish gifts. Their involvement was pivotal in my success of taking downscheme against Martin. My ambush wouldn't have succeededfailed without themtheir assistance."
He paused before addingAfter a pause, he added, "But remembermake it clear to remind them that deceit will not to play tricks on mebe tolerated."
This revelation left Patricia was stunnedreeling. The Koch family helpedhad colluded with Hunter? Who couldWas it be?
Jeremy?
, Grace?
Or some other, or another family member of the Koch family?
If it hadn't been for the betrayal, ? Martin's plan would never have failed without their betrayal, and he wouldn't have diedwould still be alive.
The hatred insiderage within her was more and more furious as if it was aboutsurged, threatening to burst out ofoverwhelm her.
In that moment, she could She almost wish herselfwished she were dead.
Martin was gone, and she was wasting away, living like a ghost each day.
She had to pull herself together.
She had to find thate traitor. and avenge Martin!.
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