Chapter 93 Charles is Your Son
When no one responded, the person outside started banging on the door. "Roger... Roger... Hurry up and open the door, the guys are waiting for you! How much longer are you going to take?"
Charles didn't dare to make a sound, tightly covering his mouth, and quickly climbed onto the bed, hiding his phone under the pillow.
Seeing that no one responded from inside, the person outside the door started banging on it.
"Roger, say something, Roger..."
Charles turned over, burying his little face in the pillow, trying his best not to make any noise.
The knocking continued for about a minute.
Before Charles could breathe a sigh of relief, the door suddenly opened from the outside. Someone walked to the side of the bed and forcefully pushed Roger, "Roger, get up, why are you still sleeping! Everyone is waiting for you, continue to block!"
Unfortunately, Roger was sleeping like a log and couldn't be awakened no matter how hard he was pushed.
"Fuck... How can he sleep so soundly?"
Saying that, the person glanced at Charles again, seeing that both of them were fast asleep, and didn't say anything more before turning and leaving.
Charles listened carefully to the sound of the door closing, squinted his eyes to look around, making sure there was no one there, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
His phone had successfully restarted.
He immediately opened it, entered the program again, and exposed his IP address to Luke. He silently prayed, hoping that Luke could find him quickly based on the IP address.
It would take Charles more than half a month to go from Ivara to Kazan, which should be enough time for Luke to find him.
*****
Meanwhile...
Luke's tracker once again displayed C's IP address. He immediately picked up his phone and dialed Alan's number.
"Alan, we traced C's IP address again. Has the helicopter approval from the boss come through? When can I depart?"
His impatience grew as he eagerly sought out C. He yearned to unveil the identity of the elusive master who had consistently subjected himself to suffering.
The anticipation of discovering this mysterious figure fueled his determination to unravel the enigma.
Alan hesitated for a moment, unsure how to respond. After pondering for a while, he replied, "The boss said to focus manpower on finding Mrs. Langley's child for now, and C's matter can wait."
Luke unwillingly said, "But we finally traced his whereabouts this time, it won't be as easy next time."
"Sigh!" Alan sighed helplessly and said, "The boss's thoughts are completely on Mrs. Langley now, there's no spare energy for C at the moment. And the boss said that C doesn't pose any harm to the Langley Group, so it can be put aside for now, no rush."
Luke was extremely disappointed, "......??"
Seeing that he remained silent, Alan continued, "However, even though the boss said that, you still can't let up on tracking C. After the situation calms down in the next couple of days, I will ask the boss again."
"......? Alright!" Despite feeling extremely unwilling, Luke could only reluctantly agree.
After ending the call, Alan looked at Martin, who was guarding Patricia's bedside in the hospital room, sighed in his heart, and then turned to leave.
Mrs. Langley was still in a coma.
The boss was in a bad mood, so it was best not to mention C's matter for now.
We'll request it from the boss again after Patricia wakes up.
*****
After losing consciousness, Patricia remained unconscious for three days. During these three days, Martin could only use a spoon to feed her a little soup.
No matter how long she remained unconscious, Martin stayed by her side, and when he got too tired, he would briefly lie down by the bed.
During this time, Jade came to visit many times. Each time, she would stay by the bedside for a long time and try to take turns watching over Patricia with Martin.
But Martin refused, and in the end, she had to leave.
On the third night, Martin was exhausted and fell asleep while lying by the bed.
Not long after falling asleep, Patricia woke up. As she moved her body even the slightest bit, she winced in pain.
Martin, half-awake from the faint sound, thought something had happened and abruptly sat up.
Instinctively, he held onto Patricia's hand and anxiously asked, "What's wrong? Did you have another nightmare?"
Unintentionally, their gazes met. After a brief moment of shock, boundless joy filled his heart.
"Patricia, you're awake? You finally woke up?"
Overwhelmed with happiness, his nose felt tingly, his voice trembling badly, and he couldn't help but feel his eyes welling up with tears.
However, Patricia didn't have time to notice his change. After her thoughts gathered, she immediately grasped his hand and impatiently asked, "Where's Charles? Have you found Charles? He's on the OMM cargo ship."
Upon hearing that her first words after waking up were about Charles, Martin felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head.
Excitement, joy, and bitterness all disappeared in an instant.
He gently pulled his hand away from hers, heartbroken and agitated, and said, "Is he all that matters to you? Randy is also your son, but your concern for him exceeds that of Randy."
Mentioning Randy, Patricia's heart ached again.
"No, that's not true! I love both of my children, they are both my life, I..."
She wanted to explain, but Martin wouldn't listen, "You don't have to explain. If you truly love Randy, you wouldn't have stayed away from him for over four years without visiting him even once. You only separated from Charles for a few days, and look how you've changed. But when you were away from Randy for over four years, did you feel the same?"
Patricia desperately nodded, "I did, I really did! In those years apart, I thought of him every day, I worried about him all the time. I became a doctor so I could come back and treat him."
"You're lying!" Martin dismissed all her words and stated firmly, "If you really felt that way about him, you wouldn't have immediately been with another man and given birth to Charles."
"I..." All of Patricia's words got stuck in her throat.
Under Martin's accusations, all her explanations seemed feeble.
"Is Randy doing well these days?"
The scheduled surgery had to be postponed again because of Charles.
Upon hearing her words, Martin perceived nothing but hypocrisy and smirked sarcastically, "Finally remembering you have another child?"
Patricia's heart throbbed painfully, and her eyes stung with tears.
"I do care about Randy. But Charles is in a critical condition now, and I might never see him again in my life! He's only four years old, and he's still..."
Before she finished speaking, Martin's eyes narrowed sharply, "Four years old?"
Patricia realized she let slip, so she quickly closed her mouth and hastily explained, "No, it's not true. He..."
The more she hurried to explain, the more Martin felt she was guilty and desperate to cover it up.
Martin said with a heartache, "He's almost the same age as Randy, which means you found another man right after leaving Ivara City?"
"....??"
Patricia didn't expect him to interpret it this way, and the words on the tip of her tongue were forcefully swallowed back.
Martin laughed bitterly, staring at her fiercely. Through gritted teeth, he said, "Patricia, well done, truly well done..."
After saying that, he angrily stood up and left the ward, filled with fury.
Patricia wanted to chase after him, but as soon as she got off the bed, she felt dizzy and ultimately fell back weakly onto the hospital bed. With her head lowered, tears fell heavily as she whispered softly.
"It's not true, Charles isn't the child of another man, he's your son, the twin brother of Randy. They are all my life..."
Before she could finish, her gaze fell upon a pair of Italian handmade shoes, scuffed by thorns.
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