Chapter 214
Amelia didn''t feel good about the fact that Cynthia was so young but her arms were full of pinholes.
After the injection, the nurseforted Cynthia as she usually did and pushed the medical cart
away.
Cynthia touched the wound near her belly button and continued, "I''m actually d that I was able to
help Patrick take this shot. It''s a testament to my heart for him."
Amelia felt very overwhelmed, because she knew that the shot made her even more inferior!
She swallowed her sadness and pretended to be rxed as she said, "Cynthia, you were very
brave indeed. The Hopper Family and I appreciate what you did genuinely."
"Madam Amelia Ramsay," Cynthia suddenly grabbed the arm of Amelia and worded it strongly, "I
don''t want anyone''s gratitude. I just want the love of Patrick. Do you understand? I love him so
much and I''d die for him! Frankly, you don''t love him!"
Amelia felt creepy out:" You let my arms go first!"
Cynthia continued to irritate her: "Why are you afraid to look at me? Is it a guilty conscience?"
Amelia struggled fiercely with Cynthia, then shook off her arm...
The force she used wasn''t really much, but Cynthia suddenly wailed, and her cries were so loud
that instantly caught the attention of Patrick, who was smoking in the doorway.
As Patrick stepped through the door, he heard Cynthia tearfully say to Amelia, "Madam Amelia
Ramsay... I didn''t seduce Patrick at all... please don''t get me wrong..."
"You''re sick!" Amelia cursed right back, Cynthia was as fakey as ever!
"What''s happening?" Seeing Cynthia suddenly shrank up and looked like she was in a lot of pain,
Patrick impulsively pulled Amelia out of the way, and Amelia stumbled backward before standing
still.
Cynthia held her stomach and whispered, "Patrick, I''m so hurt..."
"Where does it hurt?" Patrick''s expression turned serious.
Cynthia looked at her abdomen to show where the pain from.
Patrick was furious and scolded Amelia, "Why are you arguing with her? Don''t you know she has
injuries!"
What a bitch! Amelia red at Cynthia and scoffed, "Alright, you might quickly get a doctor to look
at her."
Patrick was anxious. Cynthia had been shot in the abdomen. She hadn''t had her stitches removed
after surgery, and if the wound had copsed, the consequences would have been disastrous.
He quickly pressed the "emergency light" in the room and hugged Cynthia while softly reassuring
her: "Rx, and take a deep breath. The doctor will be
here soon."
Cynthia was rightfully enjoying Patrick''s embrace in front of Amelia.
As soon as the doctor and nurse rushed in, Patrick grabbed the doctor by the cor and said, "She''s
in a lot of pain. You have to apply the best and most effective medicine to heal her!"
"Yes..." the doctor said fearfully, "I know you''re anxious, but you''d better get out and wait."
Patrick took Amelia with him and left.
Amelia was so numb by now that she couldn''t feel the pain, even though Patrick was about to crush
her wristbone at this point.
By the corridor, silence reigned, only Patrick''s fierce voice echoing through it, "Amelia, you can get
mad at me, but what''s the point of making things difficult for Cynthia?"
Amelia broke his grip on her arm and said indifferently, "Whether she lives or dies is her own thing.
It''s none of my business!"
Seeing her indifference, Patrick called her out on her "ignorance", "Cynthia has hurt her abdomen.
You should be more careful with your words from now on, don''t irritate her."
Amelia said with contemptuous cryptess, "I irritate her? Well, if she''s brave enough to rush out
and take a bullet for you, what else can''t she do?"
On the way to the office.
The more Amelia thought about it the angrier she became. She shouldn''t have driven to the hospital
to get Patrick this morning. Not only did he not need her, he also embraced another woman right in
front of her and even used the fact that Cynthia was a lifesaver to force her to tame him!
The worst part was that as soon as Cynthia cried, he was sure she was the one bullying Cynthia
and got mad at her for Cynthia!
Anger made Amelia lose her mind, so she stepped on the elerator, and the nimble sports car
"swish" sped away.
Just as Amelia was about to cross the street, a little girl who had run a red light suddenly popped
out of the street and they both thought the other would stop.
By the time Amelia came to her senses, the front end of the car was almost scraping against the
little girl''s body. In the nick of time, she swerved so sharply that the front end of the car mmed
into the guardrail in the center of the road!
A whileter, a passerby knocked on her car window and asked if she was okay.
Amelia gripped both hands tightly on the steering wheel, settling down before saying, "I... am not
dead yet."
When she looked up again, the little girl was long gone, and she couldn''t tell her grievances.
Feeling unlucky, Amelia pulled the hand lever and continued driving in the direction of Roxxon
Corporation.
At the Roxxon Corporation.
As soon as Amelia got out of the car, she quickly checked the front of the car. The quality of the
body was good, so the hit had only scratched the paint a little, she wasn''t too concerned about the
external conditions, as long as it didn''t affect the performance of the car.
Before entering the office, Amelia saw a man wearing a cap hanging around the front door, as if he
was ready to sneak inside at any moment. She became alert, took a few steps forward and said
"Hello".
The man turned around to find Amelia looking at him with an unttering stare. He fumbled his nose
in an awkward greeting, "Why you again?"
"I should ask you that," Amelia asked, pointing a finger at Shawn''s face under his hat, "Where are
your sunsses and mask?"
There were employeesing in and out from time to time. Shawn ufortably pulled the cap
over his head, hanging his head and saying to Amelia, "My agent was worried I''d run away again
and temporarily confiscated them."
Amelia felt sad for Shawn''s agent, since meeting such a rebellious artist was bad luck
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She then asked, "What are you doing here?"
Shawn reluctantly said, "Wait for Patrick toe back."
When she heard the name "Patrick", her face quickly turned to displeasure, "Even if you wait for
him, what can you do? To put it bluntly, he''s deliberately trying to make things difficult for you, just to
make you run back and forth over and over again when it''s pouring rain, and what can you do about
it? Do you want to go to court and sue him? If he insists that you are not serious about your work
and that''s the reason for the frequent NG, who are you going to talk to? Don''t forget who''s in charge
of Northville!"
Shawn, being a national idol, was in a nasty mood following Amelia''s yelling, he red at her and
said, "Don''t think just because you were the one who took me to the hospital yesterday that you
have any right to meddle in my affairs. Who the hell are you?"