Chapter 591 The Doctor Who Can Save Martin
As dawn broke, Patricia stirred from her slumber. The first order of business was to instruct the butler and Charles to maintain the secrecy of Martin's return. The butler acquiesced without further inquiry. Charles, however, furrowed his brows in confusion, "Why?" Had his words from the previous day not been convincing enough for Dad?
Patricia responded, "This pertains to the company. Your Dad wishes to use this situation to weed out certain individuals within the organization."
Although Charles had never been directly involved in the company's operations, he bore Martin's genes and possessed an innate talent for management. Thus, he quickly grasped the implications of Patricia's words.
"Do you need my help?" Charles inquired.
Patricia affectionately ruffled his hair, replying, "Not at this moment. Should I need your help, I'll inform you directly. There's no need for formalities."
Charles nodded in understanding, "Remember your words; don't withhold information from me simply because it's inconvenient."
Patricia reassured him, "You're my son, I would never keep secrets from you."
Charles merely glanced at her, too indifferent to engage further, and turned to descend the stairs for breakfast.
At the dining table, Fannie and Randy couldn't help but notice the unusually high spirits of their mother and elder brother. Patricia seemed to glide around the room, humming a tune as she served their meals, as though she had just won a grand prize. Charles, though still maintaining his usual stern demeanor, exuded an air of contentment. It was a subtle change, but their intuition picked up on it.
Fannie and Randy exchanged knowing glances before asking, "Mom, brother, has something fortunate occurred? You both seem unusually cheerful."
Patricia feigned surprise, "Cheerful? Really?"
Charles cast her a knowing glance.
She was practically radiating joy.
She was oblivious to her own happiness.
Fannie and Randy nodded emphatically.
"Indeed, you're both in high spirits! We haven't seen mother this elated in a long while."
Maria and Declan joined in, clapping their hands in agreement, "Happy, Mom, happy, happy."
Patricia couldn't help but chuckle at their playful teasing.
"You all noticed! I really am in a good mood today."
Fannie immediately probed, "Mom, can you share the reason? Allow us to share in your joy."
Patricia playfully tapped her forehead.
"That's a secret, I'm not telling."
Fannie pouted in mock disappointment, "Mom, you're so stingy."
Despite her words, she felt a sense of joy, sharing in Patricia's happiness.
It had been a while since Dad's incident, and seeing their mother smile again was a welcome sight.
After breakfast, Patricia personally chauffeured the three children to kindergarten before heading to the hospital with the housekeeper, Maria, and Declan to visit Martin.
Martin had just finished his breakfast when they arrived, and Alan had already left for the company.
Maria, a lively and chubby little girl, immediately ran towards Martin upon seeing him. Without waiting for Patricia's instructions, she stretched out her arms towards him, her small voice pleading.
"I want a hug."
Declan, on the other hand, was more reserved. He silently observed Martin, not crying, not fussing, not uttering a word.
Patricia lifted Maria onto the bed, gently pinching her nose.
Maria blinked her bright eyes, curiously studying Martin.
Martin attempted to lift her onto his lap, but found himself unable to do so. He exerted more effort, but it only resulted in a fit of coughing.
Seeing his struggle, Patricia took the initiative to place Maria on his lap, holding onto her waist to ensure stability.
Maria seemed to take a liking to Martin. As soon as she was seated on his lap, she clutched his clothes and scrambled upwards, planting a firm kiss on his cheek.
Martin was initially taken aback, but then his surprise turned into delight. He hugged her tightly, peppering kisses on both sides of her face.
She smelled of milk.
Her face was soft, like jelly.
No matter how many times he kissed her, it was never enough.
"Dad, Dad..."
Maria giggled as she was kissed, continuously calling out for Dad.
Martin's eyes widened in astonishment as he turned to Patricia. She spread her hands and shrugged, a look of bewilderment on her face. "I didn't teach her! I have no idea how she started calling you Dad!" she exclaimed.
Martin's fondness for his daughter deepened. His stubbled chin grazed her neck as he held her close, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. Maria's laughter echoed in response, filling the sterile hospital room with a warmth that seemed to push back the cold sterility of the surroundings.
In stark contrast to the joyful scene, Declan stood still, his expression unchanged. He watched the father-daughter interaction with an eerie calmness, his eyes holding a hint of disdain. It was a look that seemed out of place on such a young face.
Martin, catching a glimpse of this, was taken aback. He stared at the child he had risked his life to save, his face etched with disbelief. "Declan, has he always been like this?" he asked Patricia, gesturing to his own face in an attempt to convey his concern about the boy's lack of expression.
Patricia, misunderstanding Martin's concern, burst into laughter. "No, he's usually quite lively! Maybe he's just not familiar with you yet. He'll be fine once he gets to know you," she assured him.
Martin wasn't entirely convinced but decided to give it a try. He signaled for Patricia to take Maria away and had the butler bring Declan over. He wanted to engage with the boy, to cheer him up. But Declan remained impassive, his gaze fixed on Martin, devoid of any emotion.
Patricia watched the interaction between father and son, a sense of satisfaction filling her heart. Her moment of contentment was interrupted by the shrill ring of her phone. She pulled it out of her pocket, her eyes lighting up at the caller ID. "It's Frank's call. When I called him yesterday, he said he would inquire for me. There must be news now," she announced before stepping out onto the balcony to take the call.
"Patricia, I asked a professor from our hospital. He said that to treat Mr. Langley's condition, it is best to find Ramsey Tate. Dr. Tate disappeared five years ago. After asking for a night, I found out that he is now residing in Willowbrook. But no one knows the exact location!" Frank's voice echoed through the phone.
"Dr. Tate?" Patricia's brow furrowed in thought. She had heard of him, but only in passing. By the time she had entered the medical field, Ramsey had already retired, so her understanding of him was limited to rumors.
"Yes! I have looked at Mr. Langley's case, and the situation is very serious. I have consulted many authoritative experts, and they all had the same reply: suggest conservative treatment! This only helps Mr. Langley a little! The only hope to cure Mr. Langley is this Ramsey," Frank explained.
Patricia's grip on the phone tightened. "I understand! Frank, thank you!" she replied, her mind already racing with thoughts of Ramsey Tate and Willowbrook. Even if there was only a one-in-a-million chance, she had to give it a try. She couldn't stand by and watch Martin die.
"Why the need for politeness between us? I will ask someone again for information about Ramsey Tate and contact you if there's any progress," Frank assured her.
"Okay!" Patricia ended the call, her heart heavy with worry. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and rubbed her face, forcing a smile onto her face before reentering the hospital room. She didn't want Martin to see her disappointment.
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