Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 300

I was momentarily angry." After a pause, Andrew was persuaded to look at Patrick, "I'm sorry! I'm the one who messed up and I blame you for not helping me!"

"Your father is a SWAT officer, and if you don't want him to arrest you like a criminal one day, you'd better use your brain before you do anything..."

After saying this, Patrick started the engine and the Lamborghini quickly left the hospital.

With her elbow leaning against the window and her hand resting on her cheek, Amelia stared thoughtfully at the back of Patrick's head, saying something that wasn't appropriate for a child but seemed to make sense.

Alas, when she thought of Nora, who was gentle and kind, she didn't know how she would feel if Patrick taught her son like this.

But anyway, Andrew and Patrick's conflict was resolved, and Amelia's melancholy mood improved.

At Land of Fragrance.

Patrick's face turned terrible when he saw the holes dug into the otherwise neat and beautiful green lawn.

Andrew asked in confusion, "What's this?"

Ashley's eyes twinkled as if she had found some fun, "This must be a trap for hunting!"

Andrew murmured, "A trap?"

Ashley said in a tone of a detective, "Dull. Put a few nails in the hole and then spread a layer of grass. If a thief climbed in at midnight, he would fall into the trap with one foot in vain, wouldn't he?"

But this idea couldn't convince Patrick, unless he was an idiot!

He grabbed Amelia's hand asked furiously, "Who did this?"

See, Granny Hopper, Patrick would be possibly angry.

As a result, he was really angry...

Amelia said timidly, "It's your grandma... she said she wanted to help us beautify the green grass, so when you are at work, let me dig the holes with her..."

Under Patrick's angry glare, Amelia lowered her head and said casually, "Your grandma means well, I can't refuse her, can I? Besides, a green lawn could have been used for flowers."

Patrick said sternly, "Don't look wise! I've been keeping this house as much as possible intact for the day when..."

Patrick couldn't say the words "she'll come back to me," as he continued, "I'll have these holes buried tomorrow!"

Amelia was in a dilemma, "Then how should I explain it to your grandma?"

"I'll handle it myself!" After finishing his words, Patrick directly went through the fence door and walked in. During this period of time, he had to prevent falling into a hole, so he could only move forward slowly in the form of "Z".

Watching the noble Patrick walk, Amelia and Andrew, Ashley held back their laughter until Patrick stepped into the house, and then they burst out laughing.

Patrick frowned, they were laughing, and he heard them all!

"Nana, Nana!" At this time, he was no longer the overbearing president, but a junior who simply wanted to have a quarrel with grandma!

Florence came out of the guest room with her mask on. She grabbed the railing on the second floor and asked, "Patrick, what are you doing?"

Patrick asked directly, "Where's Nana?"

Florence held the mask down with one hand and pointed to the next room with the other, "She's lying in there. Nana twisted her waist while planting flowers today. Now that you're here, just hurry over there and care."

Florence then noticed that Amelia and the others were back, and waved, "Hey, Amelia's back too! Wait... Andrew, what's going on with your eyes? Cosplay?"

Andrew nodded his head in embarrassment, "Yes, cosplay!"

"Cool!" Careless Florence gave Andrew the thumbs up, after all, she didn't think anyone would dare mess with The Hopper Family in Northville!

During the conversation between Florence and Andrew, Patrick had quickly entered Granny Hopper's room, and as soon as he opened the door, the Granny Hopper inside started making painful noises, "Ouch! My Waist..."

Granny Hopper was lying on her side on a large bed, one of her hands behind her back, holding a hot water bag over her spine, and she was in such pain that no cold person could blame her for it!

Patrick eased the anger on his face and came to Granny Hopper's bed. He greeted her and said, "Nana, how do you feel?"

Granny Hopper opened her eyes and sounded unusually weak: "Luckily... is when I was working and I heard my bones crunching and I thought I had broken them."

Patrick frowned and said, "Grandma, that's not funny... I'd better get a doctor to take a look at you."

Granny Hopper panicked and quickly grabbed Patrick's hand, which was going for his phone, and nervously said, "No! I'm fine!"

Realizing that she had gotten too excited, Granny Hopper quickly reverted to a weaker tone: "I don't need a doctor, just a little problem. Please let Amelia in later to give me a massage."

Patrick realized that his grandmother was pretending to be sick.

In that case, he confessed, "Grandma, I have something to discuss with you."

Granny Hopper feigned pain and said, "But my back hurts, let's discuss this another time."

Patrick said firmly, "It's okay, Nana, just lie down if you're uncomfortable, I'll just say a few words and go."

Granny Hopper sighed, "Then try to say something nice, I don't want to get irritated."

Patrick nodded, "Those holes in the doorway look very unsightly, I'm going to have a craftsman come in tomorrow and fix them, I know that's the result of your labor today, but this house is mine and I want everything in the house to be arranged by me."

Patrick had made his point, but Granny Hopper countered, "But Amelia is very supportive of my ideas. Anyway, she's the woman of the house, and you should respect her wishes."

Patrick said indifferently, "Grandma! Everything else is up to me, except for changing the house, which I strongly oppose!"Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Granny Hoppe sadly said, "Patrick, haven't you noticed? The house hasn't changed, but the soul has already changed, and from the second Amelia moved in here, your so-called persistence became meaningless."

Patrick knew what Ganny Hopper was going to say next, and he flinched and left in a somber mood.