Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 716

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Uncle Tucker..."

The anxiety that had risen to Huxton's throat quietly fell back down to its original place after hearing Amelia's answer.

No wonder the man's voice sounded so familiar. It was Amelia's helper at Apex Construction Corporation, Jonathan Tucker!

If that was the case, then Jonathan must be the owner of the car which Sir asked him to look into!

Although he had never personally met Jonathan, Huxton could tell from listening through the bug that Jonathan was loyal to his superiors and expectant towards his younger masters.

Very well then, he could report back to sir!

After understanding the situation, Huxton picked up his phone and dialed Patrick's number.

"Hello! Say! Did you find him?"

Huxton stayed silent.

Huxton swore this was the first time sir had answered his phone at such a rapid speed!

From the opposite side of the phone, Patrick's concerned voice boomed again, "Speak!"

Huxton snapped back to his senses and replied hastily, "Sir, madam should be with the vice president of her company now. His name is Jonathan Tucker, and madam is absolutely safe with him. Sir, you can rest assured!"

Patrick fell quiet for a moment before asking sullenly, "Do you know where they're heading to?"

Huxton hesitated for a while and said, "Madam seemed to be thinking about visiting Jonathan at his house, but Jonathan said..."

Before he could finish, Huxton was interrupted by the sound of glass shattering from Patrick's side jumbled with a shriek from a woman that yelled, "Patrick, is your hand okay?"

"Did something happen to sir?" thought Huxton in panic.

Huxton then nervously called out to him, "Sir! What happened?"

Following that was a flurry of noise, then there was the sound of Patrick's hurried footsteps...

Not knowing how much time had passed, but the commotion from the other side died down again, leaving only Patrick's heavy panting audible.

Huxton guessed that Sir must have found his surrounding too noisy, so he found a quieter place to talk to him on the phone.

This was indeed what had happened.

"Did you say that Amelia is now on the way to Jonathan's house?"

Patrick's voice was as cold and sharp as an icicle, hurling each word towards Huxton like daggers.

Huxton licked his parched lips, "Yes, but..."

Patrick cut him off in a fit of anger, "Give me the address!"

Huxton was stunned for a moment before he soon realized the severity of the situation. "Sir, please listen to me. Jonathan's wife and children are in that house, and madam and Jonathan's relationship is purely professional!"

None of Huxton's words made it into Patrick's ears. "A professional relationship that involves going to each other houses? Huxton, do I look stupid to you?"

Huxton explained, "From madam's tone of voice, I guess she must be tired. And that may be why she thought of going to Jonathan's house to rest in the spur of the moment."

Patrick groaned in aggression, "Amelia is my wife. If she wants to rest, I'll bring her home to rest! Her only home is at Land of Fragrance and nowhere else!"

Huxton had no choice but to add, "Sir, I only know madam wants to go to Jonathan's house, but I don't know his specific address. So it's no use for you to

get so anxious and impatient."

Patrick spat ferociously, "Then find out for me!"

Huxton offered his best course of plan and suggested, "Sir, the quickest to find out where she is, is to call her yourself and ask her. What do you say?"

Patrick retorted, his tone cold, "Do you think she'll tell me the truth?"

Amelia had lied to him multiple times, and if she gave him the opposite address to her actual location, he would just be wasting his time!

Huxton sighed. "Okay then, I'll mobilize all my men in the city at once to keep an eye out for madam's whereabouts."

At a themed restaurant.

With a beep, Patrick hung up the phone. Watching him as his jet black eyes emanated blazes of fury, the guests around all became unnerved.

Just then, an elegant figure appeared from behind him.

She had arrived here by following the trail of blood on the floor.

Sissi's heart cracked alongside the shattered cup the moment she witnessed Patrick crushing the drinking glass in his hand, all because of another

woman.

Letting out a long sigh, Sissi said, "Patrick, I don't care what just happened, but your hand is injured. We must go to the hospital now!"

As if the glass shards digging into his palm were not hurting him at all, Patrick replied, "I'm fine."

"How is this fine!" Sissi looked at him in distress. "Look at the floor! Your blood is all over the ground! What are you trying to do? Commit suicide?"

Patrick turned his head around placidly. And it was just as Sissi had described, following behind his ankles was the blood droplets that dripped from his sliced palm.

Only then did he subconsciously raised his injured hand and stare at the wound in a daze.

Sissi took a brisk look at his injury, covered her mouth and cried out in a low voice, "Oh no! There is glass debris in it. We need to go to the hospital and have the doctors take them out!"

At the hospital.

Unable to get past Sissi's persistence and tears, the both of them forgot about eating as Patrick steered the steering wheel with one hand and drove to a nearby hospital.

On their way there, Sissi had stopped by a convenience store and then briefly bandaged Patrick's hand with the disinfection gauze she bought.

The moment the car stopped outside the hospital, Sissi opened the car door and scrambled over to the front of the car. She had wanted to open the door for Patrick, but he was already out of the car.

She stretched her arms out instead and said, "Let me assist you."

To which Patrick responded, "No need, I didn't hurt my feet."

"Okay..." Sissi lowered her hand from midair in embarrassment. She had forgotten he was no longer the young, passionate, and coquettish boy he once was.

"Let's go." Patrick said absent-mindedly.

"Okay."

Sissi was going to catch up with him when the man in front of her suddenly turned around and said to her, "I'll deal with it myself. You can leave with my car."

Sissi looked at him in disbelief, "Are you driving me away?" This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

"Sorry for not making myself clear." Patrick raised his watch and told her, "It's half-past one. Didn't you say you have a lesson at two?"

At the sound of this, only then did Sissi's face turned to look better. She took out her phone from her purse and flipped to a number on her contact book. After punching in the number on her phone, she politely chatted with the receiver of the call...

Half a minute later...

"Okay, thank you, headmaster. Goodbye."

Sissi kept her phone and said to Patrick with a smile, "I just asked the headmaster for a half-day leave. Can I accompany you to the hospital now?"

Before they realized it, evening fell.

At the Tucker house.

"Ah, is President Ramsay going to leave now? I even made dinner for you! Promise me you'll stay until after dinner?"

Standing in front of her was the warm and compassionate Jonathan's wife, who was a full-time housewife.

She told Amelia that they looked like mother and daughter the first time they met. And after Jonathan introduced Amelia's true identity, she became even more courteous.