Chapter 643 Kaleb and Patricia Quarrel
Patricia heard no sound inside and was about to push the door open.
As soon as her hand touched the door handle, the study door opened.
Kaleb's pale face appeared in the doorway.
Patricia's breath caught, instinctively feeling that something was wrong.
"What's wrong? What happened? Why do you look so terrible? Are you feeling unwell?" she asked.
Kaleb demanded sharply, "Why are you still unwilling to call me father?"
Patricia was taken aback by his sudden question, hesitated, and nervously moistened her dry lips.
She tried to find the most suitable and reasonable excuse.
However, no matter what the reason was, she seemed unable to explain.
After all, they were nominally father and daughter now, even if it was all a lie.
Unable to come up with an answer, Kaleb, more convinced by Joe's words, pressed on, "Let me ask you this one question, what is your mother's name?"
"My mother's name is Margaret."
When she mentioned the name 'Margaret,' her voice was particularly low, almost inaudible.
Kaleb sneered, "Margaret? Is your mother really named Margaret?"
Patricia felt her heart racing.
She sensed that Kaleb's tone was off.
It seemed like he knew something.
Suddenly, she had a realization, her face turning pale.
When Joe left earlier, he nodded at her, smiling, but she felt his gaze was strange.
She couldn't pinpoint what was odd about it.
Could it be that Joe had discovered something?
Did he reveal the truth to Kaleb while they were in the study earlier?
Without waiting for her explanation, Kaleb continued, "Margaret never remarried. I never blamed her because I let her down over twenty years ago. I had no right to make her wait for me, to remain unmarried for my sake. But she was stubborn. Although I only knew her for a little over a year, I understood her well. Once she made up her mind, even if it meant facing great challenges, she would go through with it and never regret it."
Patricia understood the implications behind his words.
He meant she had a father.
Therefore, her mother was not really his Margaret.
Because Margaret, even if deeply disappointed in him, would never marry another man.
Had Kaleb truly realized she was an impostor?
Seeing her remain silent, Kaleb continued, "You resemble Margaret a lot, so when Maximilian told me you were our daughter, I didn't doubt it. I didn't doubt the paternity test he provided me with either."
With these words, Patricia knew that there was no use in defending herself anymore and shamefully lowered her head. "I'm sorry, I'm not your daughter. My mother's name is Isabella Laurent, not Margaret."
Even though he was almost certain that she was an impostor, the moment he heard the truth from her own lips, Kaleb's legs almost gave way, and he felt extremely angry.
Patricia had been tormented by guilt these days, especially every time she saw how devoted Kaleb was to her, she almost confessed several times.
She truly didn't want to deceive him, but she had no choice.
She couldn't bear to watch Martin die.
"I know you're angry and you hate me! I have no excuses for lying! You can be angry, you can hit me, you can curse me! But please, I beg you, don't blame Martin. This was all my decision. I hope you can continue to save him. He's in a critical condition now, and treatment cannot be stopped."
Though she knew her request was shameless, she couldn't give up.
Martin was getting better day by day and was on the verge of recovery.
Any mishap at this crucial moment was unacceptable.
When Kaleb heard about saving Martin, he grew even angrier, raising his hand as if to strike her.
Patricia didn't dodge, closing her eyes, tilting her head back, silently preparing to endure his wrath.
Kaleb was unable to bring his hand down on her face. He couldn't ignore the resemblance between her and Margaret, the moments they had shared, and his hand remained suspended.
When Patricia slowly opened her eyes and saw his expression, a mix of anger, reluctance, and a hint of injustice and regret, she felt even more guilty, her eyes welling up with tears.
"Kaleb, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to deceive you! Martin and I have come a long way. I can't bear to see him die so young. I can't lose him, and the children can't lose him. I know I'm selfish, deceiving you for my own sake and to keep Martin by my side. But I can't control myself. Every time I think Martin might leave me forever, I'm in agony, unable to sleep all night."
As she spoke, tears streamed down her face, one by one, tracing her cheeks.
Seeing her cry, Kaleb felt a pang of sadness.
However, when he thought of Margaret and their child's tragic deaths, he suppressed his anger, gripping Patricia's arms tightly, gritting his teeth. "Yes, you're selfish. For your own sake, you caused the death of Margaret and our child ."
Patricia instinctively denied, "I didn't, I wouldn't kill someone for my own gain."
Kaleb's face flushed red. "Yes, you didn't do it with your own hands, but it was because of you. You impersonated my daughter, deceived me into treating Martin, and the curse came true. Margaret and her child died in a car accident because of the curse."
Patricia was stunned, staring in disbelief.
Kaleb sneered, "What? You think I'm lying?"
Patricia subconsciously wanted to deny it.
Kaleb spoke up, "Shortly after you impersonated my daughter and we acknowledged each other, Margaret and her child died in a car accident. They were fine for over twenty years, but as soon as I intervened to save Martin, tragedy struck."
Patricia couldn't believe that Margaret and her child were already dead.
And it happened shortly after she impersonated Kaleb's daughter.
How could this be so coincidental?
Could it really be a curse?
Kaleb's emotions escalated, and he grew increasingly angry. "It's you, all because of you. If you hadn't impersonated my daughter, Margaret and her child wouldn't have died. I wouldn't have never even seen them, only to receive their ashes. Why are you so selfish? Why did you harm them for your own benefit? Why?"
Kaleb angrily pushed Patricia away. However, the force he used was minimal.
Patricia staggered a few steps but quickly regained her balance.
Meanwhile, Kaleb, feeling dizzy and weak, kept retreating, his large frame trembling and swaying.
Patricia took a breath.
As a doctor, she immediately sensed that something was wrong and rushed to support Kaleb, only to be pushed away with disdain.
"Get away, don't touch me, you deceiver," Kaleb growled.
Patricia stumbled, unable to steady herself, and heard a loud crash beside her.
Kaleb had collapsed on the ground, his face drained of color, his lips turning dark blue.
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