Chapter 81
Seeing Patrick might want to refuse, Amelia said hurriedly, "The milk can relieve your difort.
When I was young, my dad always prepared a bottle of milk for me before eating spicy food."
The push- away hand was changed to holding. Patrick inserted the straw and took two sips, feeling
much relieved.
Amelia asked softly, "How do you feel?"
Looking at her, Patrick felt it was the first time that Amelia being this tender to him, but it was based
on sympathy.
He said coldly, "Not so good."
Amelia didn''t care about his coldness and continued, "Where is your car? Let me drive."
"Wow, you know how to drive?" Patrick''s surprised eyes were as if he was looking at a country
bumpkin.
If it weren''t for the fact that he was feeling unwell because of her, she would have already left.
On the road.
It was the first time for Amelia to drive such a luxurious car. Her hand holding the steering wheel
could not help sweating. Ever since receiving the license, she had never driven. Therefore, she
drove so slowly that she was overtaken.
Sitting in the passenger seat, Patrick pressed his stomach tightly with his hand. Seeing his cold
sweat hadn''t stopped since getting into the car, Amelia asked, "What''s wrong with you?"
Patrick said in a tone of shame, "Stomachache!"
Amelia braked urgently and made a U turn, rushing to the nearby hospital.
She was so anxious that she hit the rear-end of the Rolls-Royce before her!
When the driver got off and saw the luxurious car''s butt was scratched, he was so angry that
jumping in front of the Lamborghini.
Amelia hurriedly got out of the car, while the driver was making phone calls.
Amelia was in a hurry to hospital, so she decided to do resolve the ident themselves, saying,
"Sir, I''m so sorry. But I''m in a rush to hospital, may I leave you my number? I will pay you the repair
fee."
Seeing this soft- tempered girl, the driver subconsciously bullied her, "This car was just bought from
the UK, and it''s not insured yet. My boss ising and please talk about thepensation with
him!"
Amelia thought this was not easy to deal with.
At this moment, Patrick came to thedy driver with a gloomy face and asked, "Who is your boss?"
Amelia was shocked and asked him to stay in the car.
Patrick said lightly, "I''m afraid that you can''t handle it."
True. But she couldn''t bear that Patrick would be exposed in the sun, so she asked him to talk in the
shadow.
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The driver said with an arrogant attitude, "Then who are you?"
Patrick''s face darkened and said, "I''m your ancestor."
Amelia was afraid that they would fight. Fortunately, the real owner of the car arrived. It turned out
that he was a confidential staff working in the administrative building nearby and the drive was to
pick him.
The car owner narrowed his eyes and said in a condescending tone, "I don''t wanna waste my time
with you. Tell me, you want it to be resolved with or without police?"
"What if we resolve ourselves?" Amelia asked.
"$10,000," said the owner.
Sh*t! It was obvious that he was going to make a big fuss.
"Then what about we resolving with the police?" Amelia asked again.
"Police? Then let me detain your car first. My son is working at the police station."
Hearing this, Amelia was even unhappier. She was afraid that the car would be smashed if it stayed
in the hands of such a person.
ncing at the badge on the car owner''s suit, on which there was personal information, Patrick said
with a smile, "You are Chet George? I remember that when you were an intern, you were so poor
that you even asked your office to pay for your toothbrush. Now you are promoted to a director and
a Rolls-Royce is totally affordable for you, isn''t it?"
Hearing this, Chet was stunned and asked, "Who, who are you?"
Patrick answered,"You don''t need to know who I am exactly, but my surname ''Hopper''."
Chet''s attitude changed drastically, "You''re Mr. Hopper''s..."
In the circle of the nobles in Northville, "Hopper" was a surname that everyone acknowledged
tacitly!
Patrick had just returned this year, so he wasn''t as famous as his elder brother.
But what he said and his imposing manner reminded Chet of the celebrity - Mr. Hopper,
who promoted him to where he was.
Chet George, who was in a cold sweat, said with a particrly intimate smile, "Oh my gosh! Mr.
Hopper, don''t worry! Let me handle it myself. It''s a blessing that my cheap car was hit by you."
"..." Amelia was silent.
"..." The driver shut up.
After Lamborghini left, the driver, who didn''t know the truth, asked in a weak voice, "Sir, you let just
let go of them? Then your car..."
Chet turned around and pped the driver''s head and med, "F*ck! The repair fee will be
deducted from your sry! You deserve it!"
In the hospital.
Amelia asked the doctor with an unsettled look, "Doctor, what''s wrong with him?" "It''s acute
gastritis. Did he eat anything stimting?"
The doctor said.
Amelia nodded and said, "Spicy hot pot."
The doctor said to Patrick, whose face was pale, "Mr. Hopper, I''ll have the anti-inmmatory
injected for you."
nced at the nurse behind him, who blushed with excitement, Patrick frowned and said, "I''m
never injected."
The nurse felt heart broken.
"You''ll recover soon after injection." Amelia persuaded him and thought Patrick was afraid of the
pain?
Then she began tofort him as if he were a child, "Don''t be nervous. It''s very light, just two
seconds."
Patrick responded, "Yep, every time I gave you an ''injection'', you really enjoyed..."
"Patrick Hopper!" Hearing this, Amelia''s face turned red and she shouted at him with great shame,
"Behave yourself. Otherwise, I will leave you alone!"
As soon as Patrick came to his senses, he wanted to tease her, saying, "Didn''t you say being
injected wasfortable?"
The doctor advised embarrassingly, "It''s OK if you don''t want to take an injection. What about an
intravenous drip?"
Amelia agreed on Patrick''s behalf, "Sure!"
The doctor prescribed a few more medicines and contacted the hospital to spare a ward for Patrick.
Ward 1-01.
Looking at Patrick, who was lying in a low spirit, Amelia gloated and said, "If you had stopped eating
the spicy food, you wouldn''t have been like this."
Patrick Hoppery in the bed quietly. The nting sun outside prated through the branches and
landed on his handsome face, making him look sick and weak. Instead, heforted Amelia, "Don''t
eat such spicy food anymore. It will affect your internal secretion and lead to advanced
climacterium."
Amelia wanted to me him for not concentrating on her advice. But upon his tenderfort, she
said nothing but "Okay".
Forget about a patient''s ignorance - she told herself.