Chapter 200
Chapter 200 A Bit Nauseous
Genevieve contemted for a while. Then, she typed on her phone: Maria has never tampered with my
phone andptop. My throat…
She continued typing: Maria went to Feston to visit her grandson. When she came back, I sensed a
stinging pain in my throat a few dayster. I thought my vocal cords were damaged because that man
strangled me violently. However, when I went to the hospital for a check-up, the doctor told me my
vocal cords weren’t severely damaged and would heal over time. Still, they didn’t get better when I
returned to Jadeborough.
“Maria must have tampered with your food, and your vocal cords got damaged as a result,” Patrick
analyzed, “It’s okay. You won’t eat her food anymore. Once we’ve reached Yartran, I’ll get you
examined at a hospital.”
Genevieve gazed at him silently for a while until Patrick had to touch his own face. “Is there something
on my face, Genev?”
She shook her head and typed: Thank you, Patrick.
“As long as you don’t think I sound too harsh, it’s fine.” Patrick smiled, which was a rare thing for him to
do.
He heaved a sigh of relief when Genevieve seemed to perk up a bit. “Go to sleep. Tomorrow, we’ll
leave Baykeep.”
She typed: All right.
Genevieve lifted her nket andy down. Once the lights were turned off, the room instantly
descended into darkness.
The next morning, Patrick went out to buy breakfast and some snacks.
He never left the hotel again on that day.
Patrick was worried that Genevieve would feel bored, so he talked about his past experiences at the
military academy. He also mentioned he would teach her about shooting and train her after arriving in
Kransbay, so that she would not have to rely on others to protect her.
Time went by quickly. In the blink of an eye, the day after tomorrow had arrived.
It was eight o’clock in the morning. After putting on a disguise for himself and Genevieve, Patrick
packed their belongings and went to the front desk to check out. After that, he hailed a taxi by the road
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to take them to the port.
It was incredibly stuffy inside the taxi. After spending a few minutes in the car, Genevieve started to
dry-heave, so she covered her mouth.
“What’s the matter, Genev?” Patrick asked with a frown.
“I feel a bit… nauseous.” Genevieve opened her mouth out of habit and took out her phone from her
pocket at the same time. She seemed to hear her own voice.
However, her voice sounded raspy, as if her throat had been burned by acid.
Patrick was stunned, too. He muttered in surprise, “You can speak, Genev? Try saying something
else.”
Genevieve tried again. “It’s stuffy inside the car, and I don’t feel well.”
She could speak smoothly. Nheless, Genevieve preferred to type with her phone after hearing that
awful voice of hers.
She was about to roll down the window for some fresh air when the taxi was rear-ended.
Fortunately, Patrick reacted swiftly and grabbed hold of Genevieve’s shoulders tightly. Otherwise, she
would have been knocked out of the car.
The taxi driver was enraged by the driver who hit his car and swore vehemently, “F*ck! Are you f*cking
blind?”
He had even stopped the car in order to scold the person behind him.
The taxi driver got out of his car angrily.
As soon as he got out, eight to nine ck cars surrounded the yellow taxi unexpectedly.
The very sight of therge number of cars scared the taxi driver out of his wits, and he felt weak in his
knees.
A-Aren’t we living in aw-abiding society?
The taxi driver went pale when he saw a maning out of one of the ck cars. He stammered, “S-
Sir, I’m j-just checking m-my tires…”
“Scram!” the man interrupted him and pointed away from the car.
As such, the taxi driver scrambled away.
Patrick remained calm as the driver ran away and various men got out of the ck cars.
He handed a gun to Genevieve. “Genev, do you still remember how to use a gun after I taught you at
the shooting club? Stay in the car and don’te out. If someone approaches the car door, pull the
trigger.”