My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 398

Patrick came back in such a hurry just to find a pocket watch.

Not quite understanding why, Christina told him the truth, "I didn't see it."

"Christina!"

Charles shouted cheerfully as soon as he saw her from afar, "I knew you wouldn't die so easily!"

Christina, who had just escaped with bare life, even felt a little touched when she saw the man that used to quarrel with her. "Of course!"

"Why did you come here? It's time to go down the mountain..."

"Yes, but Patrick said his pocket watch was missing."

Looking at her strangely, he added, "He has carried that watch with him for many years."

Christina had seen an exquisite gold pocket watch of Patrick, which seemed to have a small photo of a girl in it. She was not sure because she had only taken a glance at it.

"Maybe he lost it when fighting with Ray at the cliff."

Charles asked with a serious expression, "More precisely?"

"I'll send about 20 people to look for it now. If they don't find it tonight, we will circle the place with a security line and look for it again tomorrow. It's a metal watch, so magnets should be useful. It may take a few days but I think we will find it..."

It sounded troublesome for Christina. "Forget it. If it's gone, it's gone."

The fire at the entrance of the stone cave was about to burn out. As the flames were gradually dying out, their figures became dim and blurry.

Patrick turned to look at Christina with a complicated feeling.

It had become his habit to carry that pocket watch with him.

And it suddenly disappeared.

Christina and the others took the rescue SUV downhill and rested in the town at the foot of the mountain.

Influenced by the extremely cold weather, the traffic condition and medical treatment in the town were also not positive. The place where they were resting was actually a private villa of a local billionaire, which looked like a castle built in the last century with more than 30 guest rooms in it. It was now temporarily used as their accommodation.

The owner of this villa should have been friends with Patrick because all the servants here respected him, some of whom did not even dare to look straight at him as if they would offend him by doing that.

As a result, Patrick and the others received the best and fastest treatment.

Patrick had a knife wound on his back, so he was immediately sent for surgery after he went down the mountain.

Christina had some ordinary abrasions. The nurse applied medicine to the wound on her forehead and suggested she do a general examination.

"Don't bother. Take care of the other patients first. I'm okay."

But the nurse looked reluctant, who explained in English, "This is what mister ordered."

Christina did not know whether she was talking about Patrick or the owner of the villa. Although the villa was large, there were more than 200 tourists who got hurt in the extreme weather. Among them, only a small number of people could rest in the rooms while most of the tourists had to queue up in the hall for treatment.

Christina walked into the temporary examination room under the gaze of other tourists and sat down for a blood test.

"How's your leg?"

Barbara was in this room too. The doctor had applied medicine to her legs and fixed them with special medical equipment.

The nurses ha changed her clothes and washed her face, so she looked much better now. Staring at Christina, Barbara replied in a calm tone.

"They are broken and need a plaster cast. The doctor said I couldn't walk for three months."

They were never close friends, so Christina just nodded and turned around to continue to take her blood pressure.

Barbara had a complicated feeling when she saw Christina's indifferent expression. "Thank you... for saving me."

Although this villa was just a temporary place for treatment and rest, it had electricity, hot water, clean clothes, heating, and food here.

Barbara suddenly felt very grateful to be able to stay in such a place.