Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 149

Patrick could not get angry with Eve, because she was his mother who had raised him up. He could only say euphemistically, "Mom, you're tired. Go upstairs and have a rest."

Eve glared at Amelia and said angrily, "Both of you and your father spoke for Amelia. Are you insane? In fact, she doesn't deserve you to risk your life to save her! Amelia, let me ask you, do you dare take bullets for Patrick like what Cynthia did?"

Amelia's eyes turned cold. Eve really asked her a malicious question. If she said yes, Eve would certainly ask her why she didn't take the bullet for Patrick.

If she answered no, there would be an unbridgeable barrier between her and Patrick, and Eve would take the opportunity to ridicule her more.

Amelia looked at Eve's malicious eyes and said word by word, "If time could go back, I promise I would try my best to prevent the tragedy from happening."

She didn't give Eve a certain answer, but Eve couldn't pick holes in what she said.

"Amelia is right." Howard nodded with satisfaction and said to Eve, "You have been worried for a whole night. Now you know that they're both safe. Can you go to sleep now?"

Patrick said to Eve in a soft voice, "Mom, sorry to make you and dad worried. I have to go to the hospital now, so I can't accompany you at home."

Hearing Howard and Patrick's gentle words, Eve felt much better in her heart and said, "Be careful when you drive. Life and death are decreed by fate. If Cynthia really dies, we can give her father more pensions and funeral money."

Patrick didn't want to listen to her any longer. He suddenly felt a little disgusted with Eve.

He nodded in a hurry and left with Amelia.

Howard could understand Patrick's feelings. He said to Eve, "Patrick now feels very guilty. You shouldn't have said those words."

"If I don't say that, he will always blame himself. In the final analysis, Cynthia took the bullet for Patrick on her own initiative. No one forced her to do that." Eve took what Cynthia did as a matter of course, "Cynthia should do that, because we have been taking care of her family for so many years."

In the car.

Patrick had been smoking since he left the Hopper Family. Amelia was choked by the smoke and felt uncomfortable, but she didn't dare say something to Patrick at this time.

She silently rolled down the window. Feeling the morning wind on the road, her dizzy brain sobered up.

Patrick found that Amelia felt uncomfortable from the corner of his eye, then he stubbed out the cigarette.

Amelia was staring at the view outside the window. A whole night had passed, and it was already six o'clock in the morning.

The sanitation workers were cleaning the garbage in the city, and some vendors were selling soybean milk and steamed buns on the roadside while the urban management staff hadn't started to work.

Looking at the steamed buns, Amelia touched her growling stomach. Since she was kidnapped yesterday evening, she had not eaten anything, and she was really hungry.

Coincidentally, Patrick slowly turned the steering wheel and drove to the small stall. He said to Amelia, "Get off the car and buy some breakfast."

He smoked so much that his throat was as hoarse as a cannon. Amelia suddenly felt distressed.

"Do you have no loose change?" Patrick thought that Amelia did not get off the car because of that. He put his hand into his trouser pocket, only to take out a credit card and a platinum card.

Then he remembered that all the cash had been used to pay Cynthia's operation expenses.

When Amelia saw that he didn't have any small change and looked a little stunned, she didn't want him to be embarrassed and said in a hurry, "I have money. I just want to ask you what you want to eat."

"Whatever." At this time, Patrick was no longer picky. He stopped the car at the roadside stall just to fill his stomach.

Amelia nodded and also bought a breakfast for Cynthia's father.

After she returned to the car, she found that Patrick's eyes were filled with pain and guilt.

Amelia said to him dully, "In fact, it's not your fault."

Patrick turned his head to look at Amelia and said with sad eyes, "No, it's me who hurt her." This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

In fact, at that time, it was not necessary for him to grab the gun in Boss Peng's hand. Even if Boss Peng got into the police car, the police could know where he went according to the registration number and bring him to justice.

All in all, it was all his fault.

Patrick, who was in self- blame, didn't hear what Boss Peng said in Cynthia's ear at that time. If he didn't attack Boss Peng, Cynthia would be abducted by Boss Peng to the police car and taken away, then she might die a terrible death.

In the hospital.

Amelia and Patrick came to the door of the operating room. The nurse who passed by said that Cynthia had been transferred to the intensive care unit early this morning.

They looked at each other and smiled happily.

This meant that Cynthia survived!

In the intensive care unit.

Through the doors and windows, they saw the worried face of Cynthia's father. Apparently, although Cynthia survived, she was in no condition.

"Let's go in." Amelia glanced at Patrick, raised her hand, and was about to open the door.

But Patrick stopped her and said, "I can go in by myself."

Amelia said okay in a low voice and handed him the breakfast in her hand. Looking at Patrick's confused eyes, she whispered, "You can eat and talk."

Patrick stared at her, as if he asking, "What about you?"

Amelia smiled indifferently and said, "Have you forgotten that I have eaten breakfast in the car just now?"

In fact, she only drank a glass of soy milk.

Patrick did not say anything else. He took over the breakfast, opened the door, went in and then closed the door.

Hearing the sound of closing the door, Amelia, which had just been warmed up by the hot soybean milk, felt cold little by little...

In the ward, Patrick walked to Cynthia's father step by step.

Cynthia's father paid all his attention to Cynthia, who was dying, so he didn't notice Patrick's arrival.

Patrick gently put down the breakfast. After glancing at the Cynthia who relied on a life support machine to breathe, he felt that he seemed to be out of breath, so he took off his black coat.

After taking a deep breath, he said calmly, "Uncle, have some breakfast."

Hearing it, Cynthia's father turned around and said with sad eyes, "Patrick.."

"What did the doctor say about Cynthia's condition?" Patrick asked.

"The doctor said that Cynthia has survived, but the place where the bullet went through is her... uterus.

She may not... be able to get pregnant for the rest of her life."

Patrick's face turned stiff, and the blue veins stood out on the back of his hand which was holding the black coat.

Cynthia's father asked him, "Patrick, the doctor didn't make an absolute conclusion. Cynthia is so young, so there may be a miracle in the future... We'd better not tell her about it."