Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 134

The airbag in the car came out. And Patrick, who was wrapped in the airbag, didn't move at all.

"Patrick Cowell!"

I was scared to death at that time. So I rushed over and opened the door of Patrick's car.

Patrick just sat straight there with his eyes closed. His body and the airbag were all covered with blood. I didn't know where the blood came from.

Seeing this, I felt that my heart had been pinched tight by a hand.

I was heartbroken for him.

And my heart ached so much!

But I dared not to move. I was afraid that if I moved, Patrick would be in trouble.

Fortunately, we were at the gate of the hospital. Several doctors pushed a mobile bed out.

At this time, Jeremy and Tracy both came over.

The situation of Caroline's car was more

serious than that of Patrick's car. The airbag in her car also came out. And blood was everywhere inside the car. The front of her car was severely deformed.

When Caroline was carried out, her face was obviously covered with blood. And it was clear that there was a large-sized wound on her forehead.

Seeing that Patrick was carried inside, I wanted to follow him into the room. But Jeremy stopped me.

He grabbed my arm tightly and stared at me fiercely, "Charlotte Archer, if anything happens to Caroline, you will be dead!"

"Mr. Jeremy, feel free to threaten me."

I rolled my eyes at Jeremy and continued walking inside.

Patrick and Caroline were both sent to the emergency room.

Soon, the lights in Patrick's emergency room went out. I quickly stood up and saw him being pushed out.

When I walked over, I saw that Patrick had opened his eyes slightly. And his left hand was fixed by a few boards.

When he saw me, he smiled and said, "It's not a big deal."

His words almost made me break down!

Last time, he said so as well when he, who protected me, was injured.

"Don't talk!" I said helplessly, "You're injured."

The doctor explained to me that Patrick's injury was not serious. However, his left arm, which was injured, had to be cast. And it would take him about three months to recover.

Jeremy also came over and asked, "How about my daughter?"

The doctor looked at Jeremy and said, "The other one is still in a coma after being injured. I'm not very clear about her details."

After that, he pushed Patrick away.

I didn't bother with Jeremy as I followed behind Patrick.

I, who was worried about Patrick, asked for leave from the company. Originally, I made an appointment with a client today to measure the construction site. But now I couldn't go there.

I apologized to the client and got scolded. By the time I hung up the phone and went back to Patrick's ward, his arm had been cast.

Because his head was slightly hit, the doctor suggested that he stay in the hospital for observation for a day.

I stayed with him in the hospital.

At noon, as I was about to go to the canteen to buy some food, Ned came over with his servants.

The servants immediately placed four dishes and one soup on the table.

Ned looked at me up and down and asked with some dissatisfaction, "Among the sisters, who is she?"

I introduced myself, "Grandpa Cowell, I'm Charlotte Archer."

Ned's expression didn't change at all when he heard my name. He just said to Patrick, "She and her sister is going to kill you. This time, even Rosy comes to convince me, I won't allow you to marry neither of them!"

"Grandpa." Patrick looked at Ned and frowned slightly, "If you do so, won't I have been injured for nothing? I managed to save her, pretending to be a hero. And I've moved her. How come you won't allow me to marry her now?"

"You can't marry her!" Ned's face was serious as he said, "Kelsi Clark is much better. Look, as you are entangled with the sisters outside, she doesn't say anything. Only such a woman like her is suitable to be the future hostess of the Cowell Family!"

Kelsi Clark.

It turned out that the woman was called Kelsi.

Hearing the conversation between Patrick and Ned, I knew that it was inappropriate for me to stand here. So I went out on the excuse of going to the bathroom.

In fact, there was a bathroom in the house. I went out on purpose.

After coming out, I had nothing to do. So I wanted to see what was going on with Caroline.

I went downstairs and went to the emergency room, only to find that the lights in the emergency room had been turned off and that Jeremy wasn't there.

I went to the nurse and found out that Caroline, who was suffering intracranial hemorrhage during the rescue, was sent directly to the operating room.

I went to the Department of Cerebral Surgery. As I was walking inside, I saw someone pulling the doctor to ask about Caroline's situation.

"Assistant Wilson?"

It was Patrick's assistant, Wilson.

It turned out that he was in the hospital.

When I walked over, I heard him asking, "Is Caroline's situation dangerous? And will it affect her life?"

"Before the operation is over, I can't confirm it for the time being."

The doctor's answer was a very conservative one.

Standing behind them, I couldn't help but wonder if it was Patrick who had asked Wilson to come here.

Patrick was so good at playing up to both Caroline and me.

On the one hand, he comforted me and said in front of Ned that he wanted to marry me.

On the other hand, he asked his assistant to show his concern for Caroline.

If I hadn't come here and happened to meet Wilson, I probably wouldn't have known that he was so good at playing tricks.

I walked up to Wilson as if nothing had happened and asked Wilson, "Assistant Wilson, are you here to show the concern for Caroline on behalf of Mr. Cowell?"

Hearing my voice, Wilson immediately turned around.

It was unknown whether it was my illusion or not. However, when Wilson saw me, he was obviously shocked.

There was an unnatural look on his face. After a pause, he said, "Yes, Mr. Cowell asked me to ask about Miss Caroline's situation. He didn't mean anything else."

"Oh."

I lowered my eyes and said nothing.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Originally, I wanted to leave directly. But my bag was in Patrick's ward. Moreover, Patrick had saved me anyway.

I decided that I would take care of him for a day, which was sort of returning this favor.

I thought to myself, "Charlotte Archer! Charlotte Archer."

"How come you can't face the reality?"

"How come you are always fooled by Patrick's words?"

As I scolded myself, I went back to Patrick's ward.

Through the glass on the door of the ward, I saw that Ned was still inside. So I didn't go in. Instead, I went to the canteen to have a meal and walked around. When I came back, I found that Ned was still there.

I sat outside and looked out of the window in a daze.

In less than ten minutes, Ned came out.

When he saw me, he seemed to want to say something. However, after glancing in the direction of the ward, he finally left.

As soon as Ned left, I got up and went back to the ward.

Looking at Patrick, I wanted to mention what had happened just now. But I felt that I would be so sentimental and pretentious by doing so.

By all means, Caroline was Patrick's fiancee. There was nothing wrong with the fact that Patrick had asked Wilson to check on Caroline's situation.

That afternoon, as I accompanied Patrick, at the thought that he had asked Wilson to care about Caroline, I felt that there was a tight knot in my heart.

I wanted to ask him. But I didn't know how to say it.

I wanted to leave it behind. But I couldn't let it go.

That evening, Patrick asked Wilson to send us to the underground garage of the residential quarter. After getting out of the car, I wanted to go to the building where my house was. However, Patrick got close to me and wrapped me in his arms with his right hand, "Baby, look at my injured hand. It's not convenient for me to do anything after I go home alone."

As he said that, he tried to make me walk in the direction of his home.

"Don't you have servants at home?"

"Yes." Patrick paused and bent down slightly. Then he looked at me with an ambiguous look in his eyes, "But I want to take a bath. In that case, I can't let the servants serve me..."