My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 80

"Get out."

"Get out, Carrie. I don't want to see you."

Late at night, impatient roars came from the brightly lit VIP ward.

"I'm your wife now. You're hurt. I should stay with you," the woman said in a low, aggrieved voice. She looked at the man on the sickbed and raised her voice as she bit her lips. "Christina has married Patrick. Don't go against him. Patrick is too cruel. He can do anything horrible..."

With a click, the door was suddenly opened, and Carrie turned around subconsciously, her face turning white.

It was Patrick.

How could he come here...

Cory, who was on the bed, was startled to see Patrick's sudden appearance. Then he sat up angrily and was about to rush to the door...

"Cory, you're injured. You can't move."

Carrie looked flustered and walked to the sickbed, pressing his shoulder to stop him.

Laurie, who was near the door, also rushed over and tried to dissuade him. "Cory, you have to take care of yourself."

"Get out."

"All of you, get out!" Cory held back his anger and scolded angrily.

Laurie looked at him as he was covered in white gauze. She couldn't bear to see it. After hesitation, she said. "Mom will go outside first. Remember to call me if you need anything..."

As she said this, she pulled a long face and vented her anger on Carrie. "I told you. You are not qualified to be the daughter-in-law of the Hampton Family. Cory was hurt and you came here to piss him off."

Carrie was too scared to say a word and followed Laurie out.

As they passed by the door, the expressions on their faces became more complicated. The sounds of Laurie's footsteps were heavy and loud as she suppressed the anger in her heart while Carrie lowered her head even more.

The door was closed.

The ward was very spacious, and the night wind outside the window was a little strong, making the curtains sway. Neither of the two people in the room spoke. The ward was cold and quiet.

Patrick's expression was calm, and he looked around casually, pretending that his cousin in the sickbed did not exist at all. Finally, his eyes fell on the dark night sky outside the window, and he could feel the cold night wind blowing in.

"She's asleep" He looked down with thoughts deep in his eyes. It was as if he was thinking of something else.

Cory, who was on the sickbed, on the other hand, was angry and glared at Patrick fiercely. He didn't expect his cousin to say a word of apology, but he had to figure out some things with Patrick.

The first thing he said was to ask Patrick to let Christina go.

Christina.

The name Cory mentioned made Patrick turn his head slightly. Patrick examined the anger and unwillingness of the other party with his deep eyes. Patrick's thin lips were slightly pursed, revealing contempt.

Cory hated Patrick for standing high above the masses since Patrick was a child. Yes. Cory was afraid of Patrick, but there was no doubt that none of their relatives liked to get close to Patrick.

Cory's expression was sullen as his right hand was clenched into a fist. He tried to calm himself down. "Let her go. Christina is different from you. Her world is very simple. It is unlike your world which is full of plots and fights, I don't know what your purpose is as you try your best to take her away from me!"

In the end, Cory roared angrily, "Patrick, what are you trying to do? Let Christina go. Don't try to hurt her!"

"Christina owes me this," Patrick said suddenly and inexplicably.

Patrick paused, his deep eyes staring straight at the man in the sickbed. Then Patrick said inexplicably "I want her to repay for the rest of her life..."

"Christina owes me."

"I want her to repay for the rest of her life..."

Cory did not expect Patrick to say such a strange thing, and he was stunned for a moment.

Patrick lost his patience. He came just to do what Mr. Hopkins asked him to do perfunctorily. After finishing his mission, he walked straight to the door.

"Patrick, stop!" Cory became a little anxious when he saw Patrick leave.