Chapter 389 Martin's Amnesia
Undeterred, Patricia clutched his arm, her voice shaking with emotion,. "How can you not remember me? It's me,'m Patricia;, your wife Patricia."
Martin replied without hesitation,. "I don't know you."
Tears welled up in her eyes as Patricia looked at him, her heart shatteringheartbroken.
Then, as if struck by a sudden thought, she cupped his face, frantically examining him, "Did you hit your head and lose your memory when you fell into the river last time? How else could you not recognize me?"
And with that, she tried to lead him away.
"Come on, let's go to the hospital. With the right treatment, you'll get better."
Martin pulled his arm free with a hint of impatience in his voice,. "I'm not suffering from amnesia. You've mistaken me for someone else."
"No, there's no mistake— you areyou're my husband, Martin..."
Patricia's face drained of blood, her complexion ghostly pale as every nerve in her body twisted into knots of piercing pain.
All eyes were on them, every word of their exchange heard with absolute clarity.
"So, she really is Martin's wife."
"Did he really abandon his true love for Miss Koch?"
"Poor thing. That's the true tragedy."
"Who in this world can resist the temptation of wealth and power? People will do anything to curry favor, especially with the Koch family, the richest in the world. Even Martin is no different—, just another victim of greed."
"You've got a point;. iIf I were in yourhis shoes, I'd pick Grace in a heartbeat."
Their conversation floated to Patricia, every word crisp and clear.
Tears blurred Patricia's vision as she looked at Martin, unable to reconcile the man she knew with the one being describedthey spoke about.
Martin loved her—he was willing to risk his life for her.
How could he just toss her aside for wealth, status, or power?
Amnesia. That had to be the only explanation.
Martin surely had lost his memory of her.
Shane's face contorted with anger, yet he maintained the dignified composure of a family patriarch, holding. He held back his rage, choosing not to erupt with accusations, especially not here, not now.
"Martin, take this young lady to the study upstairs and sort this out!. Remember, clearing up any misunderstandings is for the best—for her and for Grace."
Martin flatly refused: "No need. There's nothing to discuss!"," Martin said.
With that, heHe gave Patricia a once-over and scoffed,. "Judging by how you're dressed, you're not one of tonight's guests, are you? If you weren't invited by Tthe Kochs, I suggest you leave immediately. You're not welcome here!. Frankly, I suspect you're here to cause trouble."
His merciless words plunged Patricia straight into hell.
Her face drained of color, the room spun, darkness crept into her vision, and she stumbled backward, legs buckling, toppling towards the floor—.
Seeing her fall, Martin's breath hitched, and his instinct to catch her kickinged in.
But someone else However, Hunter was quicker.
Hunter's quickly reached out, pulling Patricia into his arms.
Martin's eyes narrowed, a dangerous flicker passing through as he noticedseeing Hunter's hand on Patricia's waist.
Hunter held Patricia steady, his voice filled with regret,. "Ladies and gentlemen, my apologies, this is Mrs. Watson! She. My wife recently lost a family member and caouldn't handle the shock, resulting in some... distress. I'm terribly sorry."
Grace smoothly slipped to Martin's side, linking his arm affectionately, forcing a smile.
"As you can see, she has no ties to my fiancé. The man at her side is her husband. Please, let there be no misunderstanding."
The crowd's gaze shuffled between Martin, Patricia, Grace, and Hunter.
They seemed to buy the story, yet not entirely.
Patricia watched Grace and Martin holding hands, their intimacy a stark contrast tostarkly contrasting with the distant and cold gaze Martin had given her. She felt a sharp pain in her heart, a tingling pain spreading throughout. Martin had let her go; he was going to marry another woman.
Martin let her go.
He was going to marry another woman.
Unable to accept this reality, Patricia suddenly shoved Hunter away and dashed out of the venue in despair.
"Excuse me, I apologize for Mrs. Watsonmy wife. Please, carry on. I need to check on her..." Without finishing his sentence, heHunter hurried after Patricia.
Head down and blind to everything else, Patricia ran. She ran until her energy was spent, then stopped, slumping to the ground, covering her face with her hands, weeping bitterly.
Why?
Why didn't Martin recognize her?
He'd said he didn't have amnesia.
So, so why did he not remember her?
And why was he engaged to Grace?
Her heart ached fiercely.
It felt as thoughlike an invisible vice gripped her, squeezing ther breath from her lungs.
No matter how loudly she cried, the pain in her heart refused to subside.
That's when a strangeAn unfamiliar voice from above interrupted her sorrow:. "Who are you? Why are you crying alone? Do you realize what today is?"
The voice was as resonant as a cello, laced with a hint of annoyance.
Patricia looked up,. hHer face was streaked with tears, her makeup smeared, and her mascara ran in dark rivulets down her cheeks—she was the picture of disarray.
Seeing her disheveled appearance, the man furrowed his brows and pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, offering it to her.
"Wipe your face!. Today is the engagement party of the Koch family's youngest daughter; it's not a place for tears. You're lucky it was me you ran into. Had it been my grandfather, you would certainly be in trouble."
Patricia was already upset, and hisHis words only fueled herPatricia's anger. She stood up abruptly and, pointing at his chest, retorted, "Her engagement is none of my business!. If I want to cry, I'll cry!. Who do you think you are to dare stoptell me not to? Do you think I'm scared of you?"
The man lookedwas stunned, clearly not usedunprepared to being confronted by such a fiery woman. He was speechless for a moment.
Seeing the widened pupils and the shock in his eyes, Patricia suddenly came to her senses. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and she apologizedsaid, "I'm sorry, I'm just upset. I didn't mean to lash out at you."
The man didn't take her distress to heart, and extended his handkerchief towards her once more.
"Your makeup's smeared from crying. Clean yourself up!"," he said.
"Thank you!"," Patricia mumbled, feeling too embarrassed to refuse. She tookdabbed her tears with the handkerchief and dabbed the tears on her face.
"If you really need to cry, sneak off somewhere private to avoid getting caught and punished," he advised kindly.
For some reason, lookingLooking at the girl before him stirred a sense of familiarity within him.
Asas if they shared a familial bond.
He felt an uncontrollable urge to look after her.
"Thank you," Patricia expressed her gratitudesaid once more. "Thank you!"
The man nodded, glanced at his watch, and said, "I'm pressed for time—I have to go! . I must go," the man said, glancing at his watch. "If you have any troubles you can't solve, find me in the banquet hall. I'm Riley, by the way."
With that, he He left without looking back.
Patricia's motion of wiping away her tears came to a sudden halt.
Riley?
The As in, Riley from The, the Koch Group, the Vice-President?
Group's vice president? The Koch family's next in line?
Could he be the one from The Koch family who colluded with Hunter, nearly costing Martin his life?
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