Chapter 588 The Resolution of Marital Strife
Martin's gaze fell upon the two children, slumbering peacefully, and his throat tightened with emotion.
"They've grown so much," he murmured, his voice thick with sentiment.
Startled by the sudden utterance, Patricia looked up to find Martin standing there. She slid out from beneath the covers and made her way towards the door. However, before she could reach it, Martin crossed the room and gently took her hand, pulling her into his arms.
Patricia resisted, struggling against his hold.
"Release me!" she demanded, her voice a blend of anger and hurt. "Who gave you the right to embrace me, you brute? Let me go!"
Despite her protests, Martin's arms remained firm around her, his hold unyielding. No matter how much she pushed and pulled, she couldn't break free.
"Patricia, I'm sorry," he pleaded, his voice desperate. "I know I've let you down. I don't expect your forgiveness. I just hope you're not too angry."
Patricia's emotions surged, her anger escalating with every word he spoke.
"Not angry?" she retorted, her voice laced with bitterness. "You haven't seen me truly angry! I've been made a fool of for months, and you think I shouldn't be angry? Do you remember the degrading words you used against me?"
She recalled the day they had emerged from the alley, the cruel words he had spoken.
He had insulted her, knowing the truth yet choosing to utter such hurtful words. If he had been anyone but Martin, she might have been able to forgive him. But James was Martin, and Martin was James
He knew why she was so clingy to him back then, but he still said those words to her.
Each time she thought of his harsh words, forgiveness seemed impossible.
"I was scared you would recognize me," Martin confessed, his grip on Patricia's hand tightening. "I spoke without thinking, and I regretted it the moment the words left my lips. They weren't heartfelt, Patricia. I'm sorry."
Despite his apology, Patricia tried to pull her hand away. But Martin's grip remained firm, even as she twisted her hand in an attempt to free herself.
"Patricia, you've endured so much recently," he said softly.
His words triggered a flood of tears. Patricia's emotions, long suppressed, burst forth in a torrent of sorrow.
"Martin, you jerk! How could you stand by and watch me suffer? How could you bear not to come see me?"
Her shoulders shook with the weight of her grief, and Martin's heart ached at the sight. Unable to resist any longer, he pulled her closer, wrapping his arms tightly around her.
"Patricia, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he murmured, his voice choked with regret. He didn't know what else to say to express his remorse.
Patricia wanted to comfort him, to pat his back, but considering his current condition, she chose to hold him instead, her arms wrapped tightly around his waist.
"I hate you. I'll never forgive you in my entire life! You brute..." she declared, her voice muffled against his chest. But even as she spoke these harsh words, she knew in her heart that she had already forgiven him.
How could she blame him when he was already so sick?
Martin gently comforted her, "Okay, hate me, despise me, never forgive me."
Patricia's sobs intensified at his words.
"Martin, this is the only time! If you ever dare to act on your own again, I'll really ignore you for the rest of my life!" she warned.
Martin reassured her patiently, "Okay, I'll never act on my own again, never lie to you again, I'll listen to whatever you say."
Patricia clung to Martin, her tears soaking his clothes as she cried out all the grievances in her heart.
"If you keep crying, the kids will wake up," Martin said helplessly.
"Their sleep is deep. Even if the house collapses, they won't wake up!" Patricia retorted, but she stopped crying. She released Martin and wiped her tears on his sleeve.
Martin's hospital attire bore the various stains left behind by Patricia.
The woman had even gone as far as to deliberately blow her nose on them, an act which, under any other circumstances, would have been deemed distasteful. Yet, Martin found himself laughing, the sight of her antics stirring a sense of adoration within him.
Casting a sidelong glance at him, Patricia's voice took on a probing tone as she asked, "Why aren't you coughing? Are you feeling better?"
Despite the test in her question, a secret hope lingered within her, yearning for his recovery.
Martin, however, was left in a state of confusion.
It was only then that he realized his previous anxiety had been misplaced. His condition had indeed improved significantly from when he was in the hospital. This revelation led him to speculate that their situation must be urgent.
Noticing his silence, Patricia refrained from pressing him further. Instead, she shifted the conversation, her voice carrying a mix of curiosity and frustration. "So, can you finally tell me what's going on? What's with the monument Carter erected for you? Why did he say you were dead? Why didn't you come back to recognize me even though you clearly didn't die?"
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