Chapter 213


    Until Cynthia called him and said she had a dream that she was being chased by Peng and others.


    Patrick subconsciously drove over.


    By the time he arrived at the hospital early in the morning, he was so drunk that he had no idea why


    he came here, and his car, which had been towed away by traffic police for drunk driving.


    Thinking about his usual drunken reaction, Patrick asked Cynthia in a subdued tone, "I didn''t say


    anything nonsense when I came here ... did I?"


    Cynthia hesitated, but said "nothing".


    Patrick''s nervousness was finally released.


    Cynthia was curious and softly whispered, "You smell like alcohol. How much have you been


    drinking?"


    Patrick casually replied, "Not much."


    Cynthia couldn''t stop her mind from wondering, "Did Madam Amelia Ramsay make you angry or


    sad so you drank to take your mind off things?"


    Patrick''s handsome face agitated, "I''m not drinking for her!"


    "I ..."Cynthia''s big eyes were on the verge of tears like she was scared of him, "Patrick, did I say the


    wrong thing again? Oooh... Why is my mouth so stupid and why do I always have to say things that


    upset you, I''m so d*mned!"


    As she did, she punched herself hard on the head and cried out hysterically.


    Cynthia!"Patrick couldn''t bear to watch her selfharm, he walked over to her and holding her wrist,


    snapping in a low voice, "I don''t me you for that!"


    Cynthia winced and looked at him, her fists clenched, "Then why are you mad at me for no


    reason?"


    "I''m just..." a hint of annoyance crossed Patrick''s features, "I just don''t want to hear the name of


    Amelia at this time!"


    Amelia appeared just in the doorway, bbergasted at the words.


    Cynthia''s face was facing the door and seeing Amelia, she whispered in panic, "Patrick, it''s Madam


    Amelia Ramsay..."


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    Turning back, Patrick''s gaze went straight into Amelia''s sharp eyes, and he suddenly realized how


    improperly he and Cynthia were sitting at the moment, and whether Amelia had heard what he had


    just said to Cynthia.


    "Madam Amelia Ramsay, are you here to pick up Patrick?" Cynthia''s jeweled eyes revealed a hint


    of embarrassment but she actually took the initiative to greet Amelia.


    Amelia pulled back the shredded hair by her cheek and said with a stiff smile, "Yeah."


    After a few seconds'' pause, she asked Patrick, "Didn''t you ask me to pick you up? I''m here... can


    we go now?"


    Patrick was furious at her calm and rxed look, he''d rather she questioned him than she didn''t


    care!


    He was angry and said very infuriating: "I don''t want to see you again now, so go away!"


    Amelia looked at the hand he and Cynthia had been holding, and she was sad to hear of his


    impromptu change then asked, "You''ve been a while with Cynthia. Isn''t that enough?"


    "Certainly not enough!" Patrick went on, trying to use it to spur her on, "If I''d known you were


    coming so soon, I wouldn''t have called you so early, or you could have stayed until I''d had enough


    some time and we could have left?"


    If Amelia would humbly admit her mistake and apologize to him for her inexplicable hostilityst


    night, then he could make it easy on her.


    However, he heard her voice softly say, "Well, I won''t bother you then, I''m going back to the office."


    Seeing that she was really leaving, Patrick said anxiously, "Wait a minute!"


    Amelia turned back and asked indifferently, "Is there anything else?"


    Patrick said deliberately, "Cynthia and I haven''t eaten breakfast so far, so you go downstairs and get


    it for us."


    "Oh?" Amelia gave Cynthia a nce, Cynthia upon meeting her cold, steely gaze, said somewhat


    fearfully, "No Patrick, I''m good!"


    "Before, you were the one who served her, but now, shouldn''t you let her do something for you?"


    Patrick''s eyes were on Cynthia, but his words were directed at Amelia.


    "Of course, you should."


    Amelia continued,


    "If Cynthia hadn''t saved my husband''s life in the first ce, he wouldn''t be here now, and I''m


    honored to be able to do something for you."


    Faker! Patrick looked at her mockingly.


    "Thank you, Madam Amelia Ramsay." Without achieving her goal of angering Amelia, Cynthia felt


    disappointed.


    *


    As soon as Amelia left the ward, Patrick quickly released Cynthia''s hand. Cynthia lowered her head


    to hide the jealous look on her face then said, "Patrick, aren''t you being a little hard to Madam


    Amelia Ramsay?"


    Patrick got up from the edge of the bed, pulled up a chair and sat down, saying grimly, "She


    deserves it."


    Cynthia hesitated for a moment and tentatively asked, "Madam Amelia Ramsay won''t just go away


    and nevere back, will she?"


    Patrick didn''t say anything, thinking that it would be nice if Amelia really never came back, which


    meant that she didn''t seem to mind, but she does mind his thoughtfulness in taking care of Cynthia.


    Cynthia had seen him tense up since Amelia''s arrival, and she was secretly pleased with that.


    She was deliberately trying to get Amelia to spur Patrick on to anger because he''de out to the


    hospital drunk and mouthed Amelia''s name every now and then.


    She analyzed the fact that Patrick must have had a fight with Amelia before he left the house to get


    drunk.


    In that case, she was going to take this opportunity, while they were all angry with one another, to


    make them more conflicted because of her.


    Ten minutester.


    When Patrick and Cynthia both thought Amelia wouldn''t be back, she came back carrying breakfast.


    At their surprised expressions, she ced the breakfast on the table and said to them, "Sorry for the


    detour to a more distant bakery that is well known in Northville, I hope you like this breakfast."


    Hearing this, Patrick''s mood worsened.


    Cynthia was tongue-tied, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Amelia was too calm and cool to


    act like Patrick''s wife, if Cynthia had been Patrick''s wife, she would have been furious!


    "Don''t you want to eat?" Amelia unpacked the bags and served them like a waitress.


    Patrick was speechless and not in the mood to eat at all, he got up from his chair and merely said to


    Cynthia, "I''m going to go outside and have a cigarette, so you can eat by yourself."


    "Patrick..." Cynthia was about to say something to stop him, but he left without looking back.


    Amelia hunched over a little in frustration, no matter what she did, he would never be satisfied,


    always.


    While Patrick was out smoking, the nurse pushed a medical trolley through the door, indicating that


    Cynthia was ready for her injection.


    Cynthia cooperated and held out her arm, and when the needle hole was inserted into the skin, she


    said to Amelia despondently, "I''m wasting Patrick''s money on these nutritional supplements, I''m


    now broke and have to take them every day