Chapter 565

Chapter 565

“Christina, this is Patrick Hopkins.”

Betty introduced him hastily, “He's your husband.”

“Impossible!”

Almost without thinking, Christina denied it. She looked at the man in front of her warily, “Auntie,

although I don't remember those things, he can't be my husband.”

Her tone was very certain.

As soon as she said that, everyone present was stunned.

Patrick's cold face was emotionless. Squinting, he looked at her with a sharper and hotter gaze.

Being stared at, she felt uncomfortable. Hiding behind Betty, she sat on the bed and subconsciously

curled up. She didn't dare to look steadily at him.

She felt that it was all a scam.

After waking up, she only remembered that she was preparing for the college entrance examination.

These strangers, and her father, Donald, who became strange, made her uncomfortable.

She could accept them slowly. But it was impossible for her to recognize this man as her husband.

"Auntie, there must be something wrong.”

Leaning closer to Betty's ear, she said anxiously with a low voice.

“Have you been deceived by these people... You know clearly that I like boys like Eric who are easy

to bully, or fat people with good temper, or cooks who are good at cooking.”

"How could I marry such a cold man?” Her voice was full of complaints.

"You won't agree with me marrying such a person, will you?”

Betty kept whispering in her ear all day before. She said that to be rich or not was not the most

important thing for a man. The key was to be considerate and have a good temper. Look at Patrick.

He couldn't have a good temper.

With a complicated expression, Betty didn't know how to explain it to her for a moment.

In retrospect, at first, she did not agree with Christina and Patrick's marriage. Even though she knew

that they were married and Christina was pregnant, she still insisted that they be separated because

the Hopkins family

were

was unattainable.

But then, a lot of things changed her mind, and the Hopkins family had never treated Christina

badly.

“Christina, Patrick treats you well all the time. You are really a couple.” Betty looked embarrassed,

"What I told you before will change.”

Anyway, Christina didn't believe it.

She refused to admit their relationship.

The atmosphere became solemn and tense.

Everyone looked at Patrick. Definitely, he could hear the conversation between Christina and Betty in

a low voice. And he knew that she denied their relationship.

"What do you think our relationship should be?” Patrick still stared at her with burning eyes and

asked her in a deep voice.

Looking up, she couldn't reply.

The expression in her eyes was familiar.

She was also familiar with his expression, movements, and appearance.

He seemed to think that she was the same as before. He said with a calm tone, “Brianna hurt you. I

apologize to you for her. She will be punished accordingly... I will deal with other things that

happened.”

His voice was naturally arrogant, distant and cold, but it was reassuring.

She felt a sense of security inexplicably from his simple words.

It seemed that as long as he was there, no matter what happened, she didn’t need to worry.

It was as if she had a firm trust in him in her heart.

She was just about to say something to him to communicate.

“Go through the discharge formalities and let her go home as soon as possible.”

He suddenly turned around and stopped looking at her. His voice was cold and deep. Not asking

her opinion, he ordered Nanny Faang who was in the room

“Yes.” Nanny Faang was happy to see Patrick and immediately led a maid out to handle.

Then he strode out of the room

Christina stared blankly without the chance to speak.

He actually left!

“That's too much!”

"What? The doctor clearly said that I had to be under observation for a few more days. The wound

on my left chest is still pained!” She was a patient now, but he didn't care about her injury at all.

She was angry. He did not communicate with her at all. He was a male chauvinist, “I can't love him

before. How could I marry him?” She scolded angrily.

Betty, who was sitting beside the bed, sighed. She didn’t know how to explain it. Patrick's temper

was quite incomprehensible.

He just walked out of the room. When he heard her words full of resentment, he stopped for a

moment.

“Patrick, her wound is deep. You should have communicated with her just now.”

Charles muttered in a low voice. He felt that it was inappropriate for Patrick not to give Christina a

chance to speak just now. After all, she was wounded.

Chandler patted Charles on the shoulder, indicating that it was better for him to say less. He

reminded, “How do you want Patrick to communicate with her? Standing face to face in silence?”

He walked fast to avoid the strange feeling of alienation. No man was comfortable when his wife

suddenly forgot him.

Perhaps the best way was to pretend that their relationship was the same as before.

“Tell the hospital I'm here.”

After he walked out of the ward, his face became gloomy. He ordered the bodyguards who were

following him with an angry tone, “Let thern figure out why this accident happened as soon as

possible!”

The bodyguard bent over, nodded, and immediately handled it.

“Patrick, do you think it is a medical accident?”

Chandler could tell that his tone was questioning. Christina suddenly forgot about them, as if

someone had done it on purpose

He didn't answer Chandler, because he wasn't sure.

That afternoon, the people in the hospital were very nervous and quickly booked a conference

room. Patrick

talked with several directors of the hospital and several doctors who participated in the operation.

The directors talked to him carefully, explaining every step of the operation. They expressed that the

hospital.had tried its best to save her. As for why she had some sequelae of amnesia, they were

confused for a moment.

Chandler was also at the conference table. He carefully observed the expressions of the directors

and doctors. They were not lying. He didn't want to make things difficult for them, so he asked.

“Is her memory loss temporary or permanent?”

This question was crucial.

Raising his eyes, Patrick looked fiercely at the old dean opposite him.

The old dean nervously flipped through the medical records on the table with a thin layer of sweat

appearing on his forehead. After careful consideration, he said nervously, “According to similar

medical records I have handled, permanent memory loss is more likely, but some people will slowly

recover...”

Under the pressure, he didn't dare to say, “I don't know.” He could only be more tactful.

“Bullshit, isn“t that the same as not saying it?"

Charles was in a bad mood.

“From the time she entered your hospital, record all the doctors, nurses, and patients she had been

in contact with. Save all the tools used in the operating room and the residue of the medicine. I will

send someone to check. You must cooperate well.”

They thought that Patrick would be furious on the spot, but he just stood up, said coldly, and then

left the hospital.

"What does he mean? Just cooperate?”

After Patrick left, the hospital staff in the conference room huddled nervously.

“It's all Dean Faang's fault. You caused us all a false alarm.”

“You've never been in contact with Patrick. You don't know his style. He always tries fair means

before resorting to force. Once the evidence is conclusive, we won't have a chance to refute it. Now

that he orders us to cooperate well, we must cooperate well. Don't try to play tricks..."

Dean Faang was more cautious, “Is there something wrong with our blood transfusion?”

"How could that be? At that moment, the patient was bleeding heavily. Chandler called in advance

to ask us to prepare RH blood. Then the blood station sent someone to deliver it..."

“Don’t think so much now. Patrick asked his wife to leave the hospital and go home immediately.

We'd better sign the agreement and send her away.”

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