Chapter 590 Martin's Calculations
A myriad of scars, varying in depth and size, unveiled themselves to her scrutiny. They seamlessly melded with the images she had conjured in her mind. Patricia's slender fingers delicately traced the contours of his scars. The skin beneath her touch was as soft as a whispering breeze, slightly ticklish, yet comforting in its own way.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she murmured repeatedly, as if she could never exhaust her apologies.
From behind, Patricia encircled Martin's neck in a tight embrace, her tears cascading onto his skin. "You suffered these wounds for our children. And yet, I was angry with you, blaming you, striking you. I'm sorry, Martin. I was so thoughtless. It must have been excruciating back then, wasn't it?"
Even though she hadn't witnessed the scene herself, it involuntarily manifested in her mind. Martin's body, drenched in blood from numerous wounds, was hauled and discarded into the river. The pristine water surface was tainted a horrifying crimson. She couldn't bear to entertain the thought any further.
If only Charlotte hadn't mistaken Martin for dead. If they hadn't discarded Martin into the Yangtze River but had instead laid him to rest in the earth. And if the river had been raging that day, Martin wouldn't have been able to return to her. The mere thought sent shivers of dread coursing through her.
Martin, however, firmly clasped her hand in his, his voice a gentle whisper, "It doesn't hurt. When I think of you and the children, I don't feel any pain at all."
Patricia tightened her hold around his neck. "I am a doctor. We will find the best doctors to treat you! With the advancements in medicine today, I refuse to believe they can't cure you. There must be a way!"
In reality, Martin had already relinquished any hope of recovery. But to spare her the sorrow, he nodded in agreement, "Yes, there must be a way! My Patricia is a doctor, a professional. If you believe there's a way, then there must be."
"Tomorrow, no, I'll ask Frank right now. He must know where to seek treatment for you," she declared, heedless of the hour, and reached for her phone to call Frank Taylor. Not wanting to disturb the children, she retreated to the balcony to make the call. Martin offered no resistance, allowing her to proceed.
Just then, Martin's phone chimed with an incoming call. It was Alan. He answered, pressing the phone to his ear. "What's the matter?"
Alan's voice was heavy with concern. "Boss, I received information that Dorian and Martha have discovered Mrs. Watson's vulnerability and are planning to exploit it."
Martin's brows furrowed in confusion. "What vulnerability?"
Alan shook his head. "I heard they have evidence of Mrs. Watson's immoral personal life and want to use it to undermine her, to topple her from her position as CEO."
"Immoral personal life?" Martin's eyes frosted over. The implication that Patricia had other men was inconceivable.
Alan asked, "Should we destroy the evidence?"
Martin smirked. "No need, let them proceed! The news of my return must remain confidential; don't inform anyone."
Alan instantly grasped his intention. "Boss means to turn their scheme against them?"
Martin confirmed, "Yes! I will seize this opportunity to eliminate them! Before I depart, I will permanently remove them from Patricia's life." The word "depart" sent a ripple of sadness through Alan.
Martin continued, "They haven't acted yet, probably due to insufficient evidence! If that's the case, then you should provide them with more evidence and escalate the situation."
Alan immediately nodded. "I understand. I know what to do."
Just as Martin ended the call, Patricia reentered the room!
Observing his demeanor, which suggested he had just concluded a phone call, she found herself unable to resist inquiring, "Was that Alan on the line?"
There was no one else it could have been.
After all, the number of individuals aware of his continued existence was decidedly limited.
Martin made no attempt to conceal the truth, nodding in affirmation. "Patricia," he implored, "keep my survival a secret for the time being. Inform the butler and Charles as well. And remember, not a word to Randy and Fannie."
His previous silence towards Randy and Fannie had been born of a fear that they had only just begun to heal from the grief of their father's supposed death, a wound he was loath to reopen.
His reticence this time was driven by a different concern: the risk of information leakage.
Should Dorian and Martha discover he was still among the living, they would undoubtedly devise another scheme to eliminate him.
His aim was to exploit this window of opportunity to ensure they could never regain the upper hand.
Sensing that something was amiss, Patricia questioned him anxiously, "What's going on?"
Martin proceeded to lay out the entire situation for Patricia.
Upon hearing his account, Patricia's teeth ground together in fury. "I can't believe they're still not backing down! I understand. I'll warn the butler and Charles."
Martin nodded his approval, reaching out to tenderly caress Patricia's face, his thumb tracing a gentle path across her skin.
His gaze held a mixture of reluctance and affection.
"I need to return to the hospital. If I depart in broad daylight, it will become common knowledge that I've returned. I've been residing at the hospital these past few days and won't be coming back for the time being. I'll return once I've dealt with Dorian and Martha."
Patricia comprehended his concerns and nodded her agreement.
"I'll drive you back."
Martin's initial instinct was to decline, but the thought of forfeiting any additional time with her was unbearable. After a moment's hesitation, he nodded his assent.
Alan was awaiting Martin's arrival at the hospital ward entrance.
Martin sat in the passenger seat, found it difficult to tear himself away.
"I'm leaving now!"
"Alright! Make sure you rest!"
Martin's lips tightened, as he struggled to find the right words. "Take it slow on the drive back, and stay safe."
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