My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 111

"... Patrick's wounds haven't healed yet. Please, take care of him."

Patrick and the others had to rush back to the country. Barbara and some of the executives from the Seattle branch came to see them off. She smiled at Christina in front of her and said naturally with a gentle and clear voice.

However, others found what she had said somewhat weird.

Barbara had asked Christina to take care of Patrick.

"Okay, I see." Christina didn't have much expression on her face. She just nodded slightly.

"Barbara, you shouldn't have said things like that."

Charles was going to leave with them. The smile on Barbara's face froze as soon as he spoke.

"Our sister-in-law has a very sinister character. She was born to bring bad luck. She is a disaster to the human world. I think we can not count on her to take care of Patrick. Last time, she tied up the nurse."

"Damn you, Charles. What are you talking about?"

Christina glared at him with an angry face. If it weren't for the fact that Patrick was here, she would have rushed over and kicked Charles for saying things like that.

The executives, who came to the airport to see them off, chuckled. Hearing the chuckles, Barbara relaxed her stiff face.

Charles was a man who had great social skills. He referred to Christina as his sister-in-law. Besides, instead of saying "we ask for her help", he said "we can't count on her'.

How could a person who had been associated with businessmen for a long time not be scheming?

They had smiles on their faces, and they suddenly realized something. Such a woman was accepted by a man who was close to Patrick, which meant that they all had to accept her.

"Let's board the plane."

Patrick said, tightening his left arm around her waist.

The rest of them said respectfully, "Have a good journey. Take care." They did not dare to waste his time either. They stood where they were and watched them leave.

"In fact, no matter how many achievements a woman makes in her career, she'd better..." A man in his fifties, who was standing by Barbara's side, looked at the couple in front of him thoughtfully and wore a meaningful smile. "She'd better find a man who loves her and then live a simple life. Then she won't be as tired as we are."

Barbara was dressed in an exquisite light gray suit and skirt, paired with a bright red shirt. She stood at a draughty place in the airport. The wind was a little strong, which made her delicate makeup and hair a little messy.

With a professional smile on her face, she said, "Dick, don't get me wrong. I shouldn't have said something like that. You know my relationship with Patrick. It's not what you think... And Miss Dickens is a good match for Patrick." Her voice trailed off.

Christina had just entered the plane and wanted to ask Patrick about Barbara, but he seemed to be very busy. He ordered the flight attendant to take care of her and then he went to the upper room with Charles to discuss business.

She didn't know much about the company's business, and Patrick didn't let her know much about it. She felt a little depressed for no reason. She sat by the cabin window and looked at the white clouds outside.

"Why didn't I see Patrick's mother and Brianna just now..."

With her right hand under her chin, she was thinking randomly. Patrick did not communicate much with his mother. It seemed that they were not on good terms.

Christina was a little tired because she was pregnant with twins. After a short while, she closed her eyes and quickly fell asleep.

"Miss Dickens, wake up. The plane has arrived."

Not knowing how long had passed, Christina was woken up by a gentle voice in her ear. Only then did she come to her senses. It turned out that she had slept during the entire flight.

"Where are Patrick and Charles?"

She opened her eyes and found that she was still on the plane, but the door was already open, and there was only a beautiful stewardess in front of her.

"I think there was something urgent. They left in a hurry."

Christina looked a little disappointed when hearing that.

What? They just left me here without saying a word? She thought to herself.

"Mr. Hopkins told us not to disturb you. The air in the cabin is a little stuffy. Someone has come to pick you up..." The stewardess smiled awkwardly. In fact, the plane had already arrived for half an hour.

Christina got off the plane and recognized Paul immediately.

"Young Master Patrick asked me to pick you up." The housekeeper explained and opened the door for her.

Christina felt the housekeeper had become distant to her ever since Patrick was injured in the car accident. Her movements were a little restrained because of this.

"Thank you." She thanked him softly and sat quietly in the back seat.

The driver drove steadily to the mansion of the Hopkinses. The old housekeeper was in the passenger seat. Christina could see him frowning through the rearview mirror. It seemed that he was thinking about something.

She hesitated and suddenly whispered, "Before we went back here, Patrick had a checkup. There were no major problems except that the fracture of his right scapula did not heal properly."

Christina thought that the housekeeper was worried about Patrick's injury.

In fact, the old housekeeper wasn't thinking about what she said. He turned his head slightly to look at her and said in a heavy tone, "The fracture will heal in a while, but inside his brain..."

Christina looked at him in surprise. The housekeeper didn't say anything else, because the Old Master didn't allow anyone to mention it.

"I know I can't help him, but can you please don't hide anything from me? What's wrong with Patrick..." Thinking about it, Christina began to panic.

"He left with Charles just now. Did something happen to him..."

The housekeeper looked at the worry in her eyes. She was indeed worried.

"Young Master Patrick just had something to do all of a sudden..."

In fact, ever since the car accident, she felt especially guilty. Cory was drunk and caused a car accident, but she always felt that Patrick was injured because of her. She could not forget what had happened that day. His breath was weak and the blood gushed out of his forehead uncontrollably.

At that moment, she was suddenly afraid of losing him.

She clutched her phone and nervously dialed the same number over and over again.

She remembered that he had called her more than a dozen times before, and in retrospect, perhaps he had been in the same mood as she was now. He had been cautious and worried about losing her.

When she arrived at the Hopkinses, the fifth call was connected, and a familiar deep voice came from the other end of the phone. "Are you home?" He asked naturally.

"Patrick, where are you?" She got out of the car and asked anxiously.

Patrick held the phone in his hand, wondering why her tone had become so irritable. Thinking about this, he did not say a word.

She was really anxious. "Patrick, what are you doing? Don't lie to me."

Vaguely, he actually heard that she was about to cry on the other side of the phone. Patrick was a little stunned and then said faintly, "Charles and I are looking for a friend. I'll go back at 8 at night..."

"But what about your fracture? Why aren't you staying at home..."

Patrick finally hung up and held the phone with a complicated expression.

"What's wrong?"

Sitting in front of the computer, Charles, who was watching the surveillance video, looked up at him curiously.

Patrick suddenly said, "... She coquettishly asked me to go back."