Chapter 615 A Father and Daughter Meeting without Recognition
The man tightened his grip on Patricia's wrist.
"You don't recognize me anymore?"
Her wrist was being painfully squeezed, and Patricia's face wrinkled, her eyebrows furrowing tightly. Subconsciously, she wanted to free herself from his grasp.
The man not only didn't let go but instead tightened his grip even more.
"You don't recognize me anymore?"
Patricia asked back, "Should I know you?"
The man frowned and asked, "Are you called Margaret?"
Patricia immediately understood that the man had made a mistake.
The Patricia he called was not her, but Margaret.
Patricia smiled slightly and patiently said, "Sir, you're mistaken. I'm called Patricia, not Margaret."
"Patricia?" The man repeatedly pondered this name. After calming down, he looked closely and realized that although the woman in front of him looked very much like his Margaret, she was much younger.
Her face indeed looked similar at first glance.
But upon closer inspection, they didn't look completely alike.
If one forced the comparison, they only looked about sixty to seventy percent alike.
Realizing that he had mistaken her, the man let go of her hand and apologized, "I'm sorry, I, I mistook you for someone else!"
Patricia rubbed her sore wrist and shrugged. "It's OK! The Margaret you mentioned, is she your wife?"
The words 'wife' softened the man's expression involuntarily, and his thoughts seemed to drift off, becoming distant. "Yes! She is the woman I have loved the most in my life."
What a pity.
They had been separated for over twenty years.
He truly regretted leaving her back then.
Patricia wondered, "And what about you two..."
The words were about to be spoken, but the group of people who had just run away returned, grabbing the man and refusing to let go of his arm.
The man wanted to run, but it was too late. He laughed and said, "Haha, I didn't expect you all to be this old and still so agile, he he..."
The leader of the group was furious, blowing his mustache and staring angrily.
"You old bastard, you ruined my wine. You better compensate me..."
The man smirked. "You talk as if you're young... I remember you're actually a year older than me! If you haven't died, how can I bear to die?"
The leader of the group was almost fainting from anger.
Pointing at him, stuttering for a while, he finally squeezed out a sentence from his teeth, "No wonder your nephew doesn't allow you to go out! Your foul mouth will certainly get you killed one day."
The man puffed his chest. "I'm not afraid! If you're capable, come and kill me..."
The leader of the group was so angry that he almost spat blood. His fist cracked, and several times, he wanted to punch, but he didn't dare to really attack.
From their argument, Patricia barely made sense of it.
Apparently, this group of older men were drinking together.
And the older man holding her had ruined their gathering.
As for how he ruined it, that was unknown.
To prevent them from fighting and give the leader a way out, Patricia stepped forward to mediate. "Forget it, stop arguing. You're all old now. Don't let it escalate into something worse! It will be more trouble than it's worth."
The leader of the group trembled, pointing at the man, shaking all over from anger.
When he saw Patricia, he became extremely excited and started babbling.
"Young girl, help me!
"We were drinking in the pavilion, and he insisted on causing trouble!
"It's so infuriating. He's simply a petty person.
"As a result, I smashed a wine bottle, and he refused to compensate me.
"When I tried to pour wine again, he kept disturbing me!
"I wanted to drink from this cup, but he insisted I use another one. It's truly maddening.
"Not only did he smash my wine bottle! He even said it was because of my poor tolerance.
"You... tell me, doesn't he deserve a beating..."
The man argued, "It was your hand that shook. Otherwise, how could the wine bottle break? If you can't handle even a small amount of wine, what else could it be but low alcohol tolerance?"
The oldest man's face turned red from anger, panting heavily.
Patricia strongly suspected that, at this rate, he would be enraged to death.
The oldest man, gasping for breath, asked, "You have a good tolerance for alcohol. Why don't you drink red wine?"
The man pouted and replied, "I don't drink. It harms the body."
The oldest man angrily questioned, "If you don't drink, why did you participate as well?"
The man confidently responded, "It's all because your alcohol tolerance is too weak."
"I... I... I..." The leader of the group was so furious that he couldn't even lift his hand. "You... you... you... I've been alive for so long, yet I've never seen someone as unreasonable as you!"
Patricia was about to burst into laughter.
He was indeed a mischievous old trickster!
Just as expected.
The older one gets, the more childish one's mind becomes.
"We are all friends! Friends shouldn't be so calculating... Let it go... Let it go..."
The leader of the group glared. "Who is friends with him? Everyone here knows he has a peculiar temper. Besides his nephew, nobody can tolerate him."
However, the man had already lost interest in talking to them and grabbed Patricia, heading for the exit.
"Pay no attention to them. I don't want to be friends with them anyway. They are all boring..."
The leader of the group fell silent.
The other older men fell silent, too.
The oldest man said, "Don't let me see you again in the future, or I will never let you go!"
The man didn't even spare them a glance, walked away, and spoke to Patricia, "Patricia... Can I call you that?"
Patricia smiled. "Yes, that's how everyone around me calls me."
The man's eyes lit up with a smile. "I'm Kaleb... Can I..."
Upon hearing his name, the man widened his eyes in disbelief. "You... you are Kaleb? Mr. Reed's uncle?"
The current head of the Taylor family?
Kaleb didn't seem surprised at all. He nodded eagerly. "Yes, yes. I am Maximilian's uncle. Considering our age difference, you can call me Mr. Kaleb."
Patricia stopped in her tracks, full of anticipation, and asked, "If you are Mr. Reed's uncle, then you must know Dr. Tate, right?"
A glimmer flashed in Kaleb's eyes for a moment, but it disappeared too quickly for Patricia to notice.
"Dr. Tate? I don't know, I'm not acquainted with him! Why are you looking for him?"
Patricia's disappointment was evident in her eyes. "You don't know? I am from Z Country, and I came to D Country specifically to find Dr. Tate! My husband is ill, and I heard that only Dr. Tate can save him."
Kaleb's gaze flickered. "Well, you might be disappointed. Although I don't know him personally, I've heard that he retired from the medical field a long time ago. Even if you find him, I doubt he would help."
"He is my only hope. No matter what, I have to find him," Patricia insisted.
Kaleb's expression became mysterious for a moment, then returned to his usual playful look. "Let's not talk about him anymore. Although this is the first time I've met you today, it feels like I've known you for a long time! Would you like to come to my house?"
Patricia shook her head. "No need! I still have to find Dr. Tate. Mr. Reed gave me Dr. Tate's address, and it's here! Perhaps another time... I'll definitely come to visit you if I have the chance!"
Kaleb didn't insist, pointing towards the end of the road. "My house is on this street. Just keep going straight, and number 15 is my home. Remember, you must come to see me!"
Patricia nodded. "Alright, I will!"
After parting ways with Kaleb, Patricia continued searching in every mansion.
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