Chapter502Hunter Gets His Just Desserts
This time, Patricia heard it clearly. Jade said Carter had returned, and he had brought her son with him. If Carter was alive and had come back, did that mean Martin was alive, too? And that he had found their child?
Patricia felt her blood boiling, and her grip on her phone trembled violently. "Then, Martin? Is he back too?"
Jade was silent on the other end.
The spark of hope Patricia had just kindled felt like it had been doused with a bucket of cold water, and the warmth in her heart slowly faded. "Jade, answer me. Is Martin back too?"
Although she guessed the answer, she still refused to believe it without hearing it from Jade herself. But the silence was the only response she got. Patricia's heart sank bit by bit, and tears overflowed.
Hearing her weeping, Jade's heart shattered, and it took her a while to regain her voice. "I asked, but Carter refused to answer. He—he seems to be badly hurt and looks terrible. I'm afraid... I fear..." She didn't finish her sentence.
Yet, Patricia had already guessed what she meant. Somehow, Martin had found their son, and he had sent Carter to bring the boy back. But Martin would never return.
Patricia couldn't help but cry out, but fearing Hunter might hear her, she clamped her hand over her mouth, forcing all her sobs back inside.
“Patricia, I know you're hurt! But... but your children, they need you...”
Patricia held her phone in one hand and covered her mouth with the other, tears streaming down unchecked.
Jade didn’t dare hang up, nor did she know how to console her friend. She understood the depth of Patricia's pain. The two had been through so much to finally be together, only to be torn apart by tragedy. Anyone would be heartbroken.
After a long bout of crying, Patricia choked out, “Jade, please take care of the kids for me! I'll be back soon.”
Jade, increasingly worried, asked, “Patricia, if that's the case, why are you still there?”
Patricia glared fiercely ahead, “I can't let Martin die in vain. Won't be long now... very soon...”
Very soon, Hunter would join Martin.
Hearing Patricia trail off, Jade grew even more anxious. “Very soon what?”
Patricia took a deep breath, fighting back her tears. “Jade, thanks for looking after the kids. I’ll be back soon.”
With that, Patricia hung up, not daring to hear her son’s voice for fear of her resolve crumbling. She couldn’t afford to look back now. Hunter had yet to meet his debt. She could not leave.
Patricia's eyes narrowed dangerously as she ground something into powder until nothing but dust remained.
...
A week later, Hunter realized his condition was worsening, particularly after eating the custard Patricia had made. He felt a sudden wave of panic and weakness, gasping for air and finding he could barely control his facial expressions.
Trying to touch his face, his hands twitched uncontrollably, leading him to question, "What’s... what's happening?" He could barely articulate his words, as if his airway was blocked.
Patricia, observing his transformation, calmly set the plate on the nightstand and feigned concern, asking, "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling alright? Should I call a doctor?"
Despite his desire to nod, Hunter's body refused to obey, feeling as if a fire was burning in his chest. He struggled to stand but collapsed back onto the bed, his limbs stiff and contorted as if bound by rubber bands.
As Patricia watched Hunter's body contort into an unnerving arc, she smirked with satisfaction and calmly examined him, recognizing the symptoms: seizures, a drop in body temperature, plummeting blood pressure, a weakening pulse, irregular breathing, dilated pupils, bouts of spasms, rigid limbs, and exaggerated tendon reflexes.
She pulled up a chair, slumped lazily against its back, crossed her legs, and watched him with an impassive gaze.
Hunter looked at her with difficulty. He seemed to have so much he wanted to say, but saliva dripped as soon as he opened his mouth.
He wasn't foolish. At this point, what was there not to understand? Unfortunately, it was too late.
Patricia, arms crossed, asked coldly, "Feels terrible, doesn't it?"
Hunter tried to speak but could only muster a muffled groan.
With a smirk that failed to hide her contempt, Patricia said, "Did you think I would stay for you? Ha... I've wanted you dead since the day I saw your true colors."
He wouldn't have gotten away with it for so long if she hadn't been so impulsive back then, so focused on escaping or responding with even more drastic measures. If she had dealt with the situation more calmly sooner, none of the subsequent events would have happened, and Martin wouldn't be dead.
Hunter grew agitated, his body writhing on the bed, but each movement only intensified the spasms, his form shrinking more and more.
Patricia pulled a packet of white powder from her pocket, approached Hunter, pried open his mouth with her left hand, and forcibly poured the white powder inside with her right.
Watching the powder cover his mouth, his face a mess of anger, shock, and fear, her eyes began to reflect a manic, crimson fury.
"From the day you killed Martin, you should have known this day would come. Why do you even exist? You should have died a long time ago."
Hunter's pupils dilated as if he had something to say, but the opportunity to speak didn't come.
Patricia didn't know how much of the powder Hunter had swallowed. Regardless, Hunter's days were numbered.
"Just lay here and wait to die. Experience that helpless feeling as you watch your life slowly slip away," she hissed.
She tossed the paper wrapped around the powder into the trash can and left without looking back.
Hunter's body convulsed into a tight ball, his features distorted. His mouth and his face were covered in white powder, an unprecedented mess.
Tears welled up in his eyes as he gazed at the ceiling, his face filled with frustration and despair.
Time passed until, suddenly, the door burst open. Charlotte entered quietly, closing the door behind her. She approached the bed, her gaze lowering to Hunter as a sinister smile spread across her face.
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