Spoil My Errant Wife (Patrick and Christina) novel Chapter 47

"Christina, we are just concerned about your condition.You don't have to be so vigilant.’’ Charles found it strange.

Christina was straightforward.

Although she was not gentle and coquettish like those women, there was no need to be so vigilant.

"Yes, I am.I don't deserve your concern.Get out."

She suppressed her strong emotions in her clear eyes and stared at Patrick at the door with a cold and distant expression.

"Christina, enough!" Patrick looked at her.

"Enough?!"

Christina remembered what happened that night, her eyes red, and she tried to suppress her emotions.

She bit her lip and laughed at herself.

"Patrick, every time there's an accident, it's my fault."

"What are you trying to teach me? Are you going to say that I ate so much that my child almost miscarried and I was not qualified to be a mother? Or do you think that Cory and I had done some shady things because he was here with me for the whole night, thus blaming me for being a slut? Every time you would only blame me..." She glared at him.

"You don't like me, so everything I do is wrong!"

‘‘I called you.I begged you.It was still my fault.’ 

"Patrick, the worst thing I have done is to trust you," she thought of him immediately that night.

It was ridiculous.

The pool of blood from last night came to her mind.

She was not afraid of death but worried about her child.

She couldn't let the child miscarry.

So she kept begging them on her phone...

"Patrick, do you come here today to see if I was dead or if this eyesore in my abdomen had miscarried? Then let me tell you, I'm sorry, this illegitimate child is still alive!"

“..I'm sorry.”

This illegitimate child is still alive.

Her words shocked everyone present.

"What are you talking about!"

Patrick's cold voice nearly exploded from his teeth.

"Patrick, it's you who poisoned Christina!"

Cory misunderstood.

He rushed to Patrick with a dark face and grabbed Patrick's shoulder excitedly with both hands.

"What the f*ck did you do? She won't threaten you to be with Cecilia, but you even want to kill her..."

"Let go..."

Patrick looked impatient, especially when he saw Cory's concern for her.

"I told you.It's none of your business!"

Patrick seemed to be extremely angry.

He raised his fist and directly hit Cory in the chest.

Cory, gentle and noble, was no match for him at all.

Cory was hit hard and immediately bent down in pain.

"Patrick, if anything happens to Christina, I won't let you go!"

Cory clutched his painful chest, gritted his teeth, and warned boldly.

"You won't let me go?"

Patrick sneered, raising the corners of his lips cruelly.

Then he said word by word, disdainful, "You? How dare you fight with me?"

Just as his voice fell, Patrick pushed him against the wall.

Patrick strode forward with a sullen expression and grabbed his throat with his right hand.

As Patrick tightened his grip, Cory's face turned pale, his breathing hard, and he struggled, but he couldn't resist Patrick.

Charles and the doctors were so scared that they rushed over to persuade them.

"Patrick, Patrick, calm down..."

"Let him go."

There was a sudden panic on the other side of the bed.

Christina nervously pulled the needle out of her hand and rushed forward to protect Cory.

"Let him go...’’ 

She repeated coldly, raising her head and looking at Patrick in front of her.

"Miss Dickens, you...you can't get out of bed now..."

The nurse didn't dare to get close, so she stood behind Christina and shivered.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the ward was suffocating.

She confronted him, her eyes filled with hostility as if she would fight him if he did not let go.

Charles felt numb and wanted to say something, but Patrick suddenly let go of Cory, turned around, and left.

"How are you?"

Christina immediately supported Cory and asked in a low voice.

Cory didn't look well and wanted to say that he was fine, but his throat hurt and he couldn't make a sound for a while.

His body was weak and he was panting heavily.

The man who had left heard her caring words vaguely, his right hand clenched, his veins throbbing as if suppressing great anger.

Charles was startled.

Looking at Patrick's cold back, he did not dare to follow him.

When Charles tried to persuade him, he found that someone had gotten into trouble.

And to his surprise, it was her.

"Patrick, you suddenly left last night.Where were you? Did something happen?"

Cecilia, dressed in a patient gown, got out of the elevator, walked to Patrick's side, and held his arm.Her soft voice was full of concern.

"You were with her last night?"

Charles's voice sounded stiff.

Last night, Patrick was with her...

Looking at Cecilia in front of him, he felt a little complicated, especially when he saw her face...

Patrick's face was dark and he was impatient to deal with the woman.

He jerked back his hand.

"Go away!"

As he spoke, he strode into the elevator and angrily pressed down on the first floor underground with his left hand.