Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 169

After Jeremy slapped me, I felt that half of my face went dumb. I didn't feel strange about his change at all.

I struggled to stand up straight, covered half of my face, and said, "Cameras are all over here. If you want to go to jail, go ahead."

"Give me the money!" Jeremy scolded, "Let me tell you, if my company is finished, I will turn off your grandmother's breathing machine as well as drag you down so that we can die together!"

At this time, I felt my cheeks were heated in pain, thinking that they probably were swollen.

I knew that Jeremy hadn't cared about whether Rosy was alive or dead early. The reason why he let Rosy drag on was that he didn't want to be judged by others as someone failing to fulfill his filial piety.

I put down my hands and looked at him fearlessly, "You've messed up the company by yourself. You're the one who's incapable. As for my grandmother's breathing machine, if you dare touch it, I won't let you off the hook!"

When people got rich, they tended to be more

confident.

I had a deposit of more than 10 million dollars in my bank account. And I wasn't afraid of him at all.

After that, I turned around and left, ignoring whether Jeremy was jumping behind me in rage or not.

After returning home, I packed up my things.

The new home was small-sized and yet very warm.

I sat on the balcony and covered my face with an ice bag. Looking at the street view outside the window, I had a lot of things on my mind.

"It had been two days since I had sent the photos of Caroline and Wilson to Patrick's email box. However, unexpectedly, Patrick didn't respond at all."

"Could it be that he could even tolerate the fact of being a cuckold?"

"Where is Nancy? I want to find her and find out what happened to her back then."

"Moreover, I have to find Ryan."

"Although I said I would contact him that day, I didn't have his contact information. And he is very mysterious. I certainly couldn't get his contact number. And it is impossible for me to ask Patrick about it."

"And Patrick..."

"I'm going to get him out of my mind and walk on my path."

I thought that Jeremy wouldn't look for me again.

Unexpectedly, three days later, Jeremy appeared at the door of my company again.

Seeing him, I detoured.

Jeremy followed up and said with a bright smile on his face, "Charlotte, is your face in pain? It was Dad's fault a few days ago. I was impulsive. After I was home, I also regretted it."

His tone this time was better than what it had been the last time.

He kept repeating that he was my father from time to time,NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

He seemed to be a father coaxing a child.

It was a pity that I, who had grown up, wouldn't be cheated by him anymore.

I changed my direction. And he followed me over, "Charlotte, I sincerely apologize to you this time. I have done so many things that upset you before. I can understand that you won't lend me any money. I won't blame you."

Jeremy still emphasized that he was my father.

His words made me sick.

Finally, I couldn't hold myself back. And I looked back at him, frowned, and said, "Mr. Jeremy, since you know what you have done in the past, don't pester me anymore. Or I will call the police!"

"Don't!" Hearing this, Jeremy didn't look angry on the surface, "I sincerely want to be on good terms with you this time. Now I understand that we haven't cared about your past since you stayed in the orphanage for so long. It's our fault." "So, your mother, I, and Caroline, are all waiting for you at home. This time, we are having dinner at home. And the dishes are all your favorite!"

When I was walking ahead, Jeremy babbled behind me as if he were a fly.

Compared to him in the past who had been authoritarian, he had changed his temper dramatically.

Hearing him say that they had cooked my favorite dishes, I finally paused and turned around to ask him, "Mr. Jeremy, let me ask you, what is my favorite dish?"

"Hehe." Over the past three years, they didn't ask what my favorite dish was at all.

"How can he be pretentious here now?"

Sure enough, after I asked Jeremy so, he was stunned. And he stammered, "I... I don't know. It's all prepared by your mother."

"Then call Mrs. Gina and ask her what my favorite dish is."

Originally, I thought Jeremy would refuse.

As a result, he actually took out his cell phone and began to dial Gina's number.

Instead of stopping him, I saw him make a call.

After the call was connected, Jeremy asked Gina, "What is Charlotte's favorite dish?"

After that, although I couldn't hear Gina's answer, I could see that the look on Jeremy's face became a little embarrassed.

But soon, he looked at me and said, "Grilled chicken sandwich, salmon, and..."

"Stop it. Mr. Jeremy, these are all Caroline's favorite food rather than mine."

In fact, when I asked him such a question, I had sort of unrealistic expectation in my heart.

But when Jeremy spoke, I gave up.

Caroline couldn't eat greasy dishes. So the dishes she liked were all light. However, I liked greasy dishes, all of which were relatively greasy.

I walked to the subway entrance. Jeremy chased me and asked me to go to his house as he apologized.

Originally, I should have gone there as his request since he had acted like this.

But the more he looked like this, the more I felt that something was wrong. It seemed to be a feast with ulterior motives.

I feared I couldn't come back after I was there.

Jeremy chased after me to the subway station. I scanned the subway card and went in. He wanted to chase after me. But only one person could pass through the gate at a time.

He, who was stopped outside, couldn't come in.

The staff next to him also shouted, "Sir, you can't break in by force."

It happened that people got off work at this time. There were a lot of people coming in and out of the subway station. I walked a few steps with the crowd and unconsciously turned my head to have a look at Jeremy.

Jeremy was still standing at the entrance of the subway, looking in my direction.

The apologetic expression had completely gone from his face. Instead, I saw cold and vicious hatred on his face.

At a glance at him, I got goosebumps all over my body.

A bad feeling arose from the bottom of my heart.

After that day, everything was peaceful for two weeks.

Nothing happened. My life went on as usual. I went to work during the day and rested at night. Lisa came back once in the middle. And we gathered together.

One day at the end of August...

I received a call from staff at Rosy's hospital who told me that Rosy was in danger!

At that time, I, who was at work, was communicating a design plan with my client. After receiving such a phone call, I quickly explained the situation to my client. Then I packed up my things, took my laptop, and immediately rushed to the hospital.

By the time I arrived there, Rosy had been pushed into the emergency room.

I found a doctor and asked him about Rosy's situation. Only then did I find out that something was wrong with Rosy's urine cube. The urine cube wasn't sterile, which caused Rosy to be infected.

In fact, Rosy wasn't the only one that got infected. All the urine cubes in the same batch were defective.

However, because Rosy was brain-dead, her immunity was worse than that of an ordinary patient.

Her immune system was damaged. And now she was in a pretty critical situation. That was the reason why they had informed me to come here.

At that time, I was so scared that I almost collapsed.

Sitting in the corridor of the hospital, I clenched my palms together devoutly and prayed, "Please don't let anything happen to Grandmother."

Soon after I arrived there, Tracy showed up as well.

Tracy grabbed my hand and asked, "How's my mother?"

"I don't know." I was upset.

Tracy got up and went to ask a doctor. When she came back, she sat next to me and muttered with an irritated look on her face, "This kind of crappy hospital is unreliable. How come there are

problems with the urine cube?! If my mother has any misfortune, I will surely sue them to the end even if I will go broke"

I cast a sidelong glance at Tracy.

She didn't seem to be the same person as the one who had been clamoring about turning off Rosy's breathing machine previously.