Chapter 63 Flirting in Front of Debbie
The two didn't notice the unexpected guest's arrival. After finishing breakfast, Patricia took the initiative to clean up the dishes, but Martin held her back. "You're the patient, you should rest, I'll clean up."
Patricia casually replied, "I'm fine."
With an intentional stern face, Martin said in a deep voice, "Even if you're fine, I won't let a patient do the dishes."
Helpless, Patricia withdrew her hand and realized belatedly that she had changed her clothes. She quickly looked towards Martin trembled and asked, "How did my clothes change?"
As she spoke, she silently prayed in her heart, hoping that it was the nurse who changed them, not Martin.
Unfortunately, her prayers went unanswered.
Martin packed up the dishes while saying, "Due to your fever you were sweating a lot last night, and your clothes got fully soaked. The doctor said we needed to change your out of the wet clothes, so I helped with that."
Patricia's face instantly turned red with embarrassment, feeling as if she were turning beet red, the blush spreading all the way to her ears.
"You… you changed them for me?"
Martin didn't think much of it and replied casually, "Yes, I did."
Uncontrollably, Patricia's mind conjured up images of changing clothes, feeling so embarrassed that she wished she could find a hole to hide in.
"Why didn't you let the nurse change them for me?"
"You had an IV drip at the time, and I was afraid the nurse might accidentally remove the needle and have to redo it!"
Martin responded straightforwardly, not feeling that there was anything inappropriate about it.
"So, what if they had to redo it? It's not a big deal. Why... why did you...?" Patricia couldn't continue speaking towards the end.
It was truly too embarrassing. Being stripped naked by her ex-husband while she was unconscious. That scene was simply unimaginable and unbearable to look at.
Martin finally noticed that something was wrong with her and looked at her in surprise, asking, "What?"
"You… you... I..." Patricia pointed at herself and then at Martin, stuttering and unable to speak.
Seeing her extreme discomfort, Martin realized and a faint smile appeared in his eyes.
"Even if I, Martin, were a beast, I would never have any inappropriate thoughts towards an unconscious person. Rest assured, when I looked at you, I saw you just as an obstetrician sees a woman in labor."
With this explanation, Patricia had an even stronger visual image in her mind. Her face turned red as if blood was about to drip from it, and she almost buried her head in her chest.
"Fool..." Martin couldn't help but rub her head, emitting a pleasant laugh.
In the golden morning light, his enchanting smile added a touch of tenderness to his usually cold face.
No matter how long Debbie had been there, no matter how intimate they were, even Martin, who was usually highly vigilant, didn't notice the presence of two more people in the ward, completely engrossed in Patricia as if no one else was around.
Debbie's blood rushed to her head in an instant.
Unable to bear it any longer, Manda grabbed the cup in her hand and smashed it on the ground, producing a crisp sound that immediately caught Martin and Patricia's attention.
Seeing them, both Martin and Patricia's smiles disappeared, and their expressions turned grim simultaneously.
Martin asked expressionlessly, "What are you doing here?"
Manda's face contorted in anger, "Martin, are you even worthy of my daughter?"
Martin's gaze suddenly turned icy, "What I do is not for others to question."
Debbie's chest heaved with anger, "How can you treat me like this? You knew she hurt my mom, and yet you still let her go? You promised..."
"I will handle it for you and ensure justice is served," Martin said.
Knowing that Martin was not receptive to aggression, Manda restrained her anger and spoke in a softer tone, "I understand that you haven't married Debbie yet, but you shouldn't have released Patricia. She hurt me and should be punished."
Debbie felt wronged and tears welled in her eyes.
"You are my fiancé, and even if you can put aside my mother's situation, how could you stay by her side when I needed you the most? And, and..." Debbie bit her lip, struggling to speak, "even changing clothes for her?"
The situation is not as sordid and disgusting as you think," Martin's face darkened as if a thundercloud had passed over it.
"Is it only me who thinks it's sordid?” Debbie was overwhelmed by Martin’s casual attitude.
She was extremely upset and blurted out all the thoughts that had been weighing on her heart.
“As a man engaged to be married, shouldn't you be more cautious? There are female doctors, nurses in the hospital, and even a female caregiver upstairs watching over Randy. Don't you know they can dress her? Why do you have to do it yourself? Is it me who thinks it's sordid, or have you never forgotten about her, Martin?"
Martin's expression revealed a hint of embarrassment as if his deepest secret had been unveiled.
Manda, who had been married before, understood his subtle demeanor and instantly grasped the situation.
Afraid that things would spiral out of control if they continued arguing, Manda quickly grabbed Debbie's hand and spoke soothingly, "Patricia is a patient and also Randy's biological mother. It is only natural for him to take care of Patricia. I know you're angry because you're jealous. I believe in Martin; he won't let you down."
"But..." Debbie still persisted stubbornly.
Manda pinched her palm lightly to subtly discourage her.
Debbie swallowed the words she was about to say, suppressing her earlier arrogance. She walked up to Martin, held his hand, squeezed out a tear, and reverted to her innocent and pitiful self.
"Martin, I'm sorry. I got angry but please know that it is because I care about you too much! I know you won't let me down, and taking care of Patricia is also because she is your ex-wife."
She emphasized the words 'ex-wife' intentionally.
The speed at which Debbie changed her demeanor was astonishing to Patricia.
"Let me ask you, did you bribe the guards at the detention center to let people in, attempting to harm Patricia?" Martin's handsome face turned cold and expressionless. His deep eyes flickered with an inscrutable coldness.
Debbie believed her actions were flawless, showing no signs of panic on her face.
Pretending to be surprised, she replied, "Patricia was mistreated in the detention center? Her injuries were caused there? Are people so lawless these days?"
Martin furrowed his handsome brows, his question carrying a profound meaning. "Are you sure it wasn't you?"
Debbie felt taken a back. She said firmly, "Of course, it wasn't me! Do you really think I am such a malicious person? Although Patricia and I were once rivals, she is at least my own sister. How could I do something like this to my own sister?"
As tears streamed down his face, he continued with a grievous tone, "We have known each other for so long, don't you know what kind of person I am? How could you suspect me like this! I am truly heartbroken. You have really hurt me, Martin."
Patricia, who had been silent all along, couldn't stand it anymore. She calmly got out of bed and approached Debbie, looking at her coldly, "Debbie, do you really think your plan is foolproof? Do you think that by deleting the surveillance footage from the ambulance, you would get away with your crime?"
Debbie's tears flowed even more intensely; her vulnerability laid bare.
"Patricia, why are you accusing me falsely? I really haven't done anything! If you want to frame me, just tell me directly and I will admit it," she said, taking a deep breath and intentionally putting on a righteous appearance.
"Yes, it was me. I ordered someone to attack you in Selvage Street. Isn't that enough for you?" Debbie's shamelessness and lack of moral boundaries astounded Patricia.
How could there be such a skilled pretender in the world?
Unfortunately, Patricia couldn't come up with a solution for the time being.
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