Spoil My Errant Wife (Patrick and Christina) novel Chapter 32

Patrick's face darkened gradually.

He didn't say a word more, turning around and striding away.

Christina looked a little confused when she watched him leave without a word.

Christina didn't understand what was wrong with him, but she felt that he might be angry.

‘What is he angry about?"

She stepped forward and suddenly wanted to catch up with him.

But she remembered what happened between him and Cecilia.

‘Forget it!’ Patrick was indeed very angry.

With a sullen face, he took out his cell phone, and ordered in a cold voice, "Send me the WhatsApp password of your company's entertainer...’ 

Charles, on the other end of the phone, received the call and felt that Patrick was obviously in a bad mood, "Patrick, what do you want the WhatsApp password for? It is not good..."

After all, this was about privacy.

"I will find someone to crack it"

Charles became nervous when he heard this.

"What happened?"

"Send me Connie's WhatsApp password..." Patrick sounded impatient.

‘Connie?’ Charles looked thoughtful when he heard the name.

Connie was indeed an entertainer under his company.

But she happened to be robbed of the role of the leading actor by Cecilia last time, and Connie was a member of the Dickens Family...

"Patrick, you've registered for marriage with Christina.After all, Connie is also a member of the Dickens Family.Now Cecilia is very popular in the entertainment circle.She can win the award at the end of the year without any threat.There's no need..."

‘’I don't want to explain this to you” Charles had to have someone send Connie's password to Patrick, lest Patrick really found a technician to crack it and made his company's database revealed.

However, Charles didn't understand why Patrick wanted Connie's WhatsApp password.

Moreover, Patrick never used WhatsApp.

Christina sat in the pavilion in the back garden for a long time, and she looked a little angry.

"Why should he be angry? I'm not angry yet!"

She was unpleasant when she thought of Patrick's callousness.

‘‘He went out to fool around and had an affair with another woman.Why should he be angry with me?”

 But just now, Patrick's look was very strange when he gazed at her.

Christina was distraught and was about to go to the study to ask Patrick about the reason when a tall figure strode towards her.

As soon as Christina turned around, she became wary when she met her father-Donald's stern gaze.

"Do you have any sense of shame?"

The moment he opened his mouth, he scolded her sarcastically.

She had been used to his father's scold.

Christina's face was grim and her hands were clenched in fists.

She walked away as if he wasn't there.

"Stop!"

Donald seemed angry.

"You married Cory three years ago.Why didn't you tell me?"

His tone was cold and inquisitive.

"Why should I tell you? You have had nothing to do with me since the day my mother died!"

Christina couldn't help but turn back and retort.

‘‘Had you ever cared about me? Where were you when I was starving and freezing? Did you want to care about me?’’ He didn't care about her, and she disdained his care.

Donald glared at his own daughter.

He had only one daughter, Christina, but now they had a confrontation and viewed each other as enemies.

"Have nothing to do with me? Mr.Hopkins asked me to come here today because you are acting in the name of Miss Dickens.Every word and action of yours affects our Family.Don't embarrass me outside!"

Christina retorted angrily, "My marriage with Hopkins Family had nothing to do with my identity as Miss Dickens.Hopkins Family accepted me only because I was pregnant.Don't think that your Dickens Family is very powerful.I don’t care!"

"Do you still have the face to talk to me about this? You climbed to Patrick's bed in order to marry into a rich family!"

Donald's face also darkened.

"Yes! I love vanity.I climbed to Patrick's bed on purpose!"

Christina bit her lips and asked back cynically.

"That is really funny for you to say those words to me.When my mother helped Connie and her sister go to college, Connie was only 20 years old.She had climbed to the bed of you, a 50-year-old old man at that time.Why didn't you tell her what shame was when you were fooling around?"

"Shut up!"

Donald's face was dark, and he raised his big palm and hit her in the face.

"What else would you do apart from beating me and scolding me?"

Christina stood still, with her eyes red.

She looked at her heartless father in front of her stubbornly.

Donald's face was gloomy.

His hand stopped suddenly when it was half an inch away from her cheek.

He withdrew his hand and ordered directly, "I warn you to be docile in the future.Don't be a villain!"

"Your stepmother has already told me that you made use of Cory's case to ask him to marry you and drive Carrie out of the country.You became the mistress on purpose in an attempt to get revenge.Don't think about malicious provocation all day, or I won't let you go!"

"Who is the mistress?"

Christina held back the tears in her eyes and roared.

"Carrie's daughter has been over three years old this year.Do you still want to argue?"

Christina suddenly fell silent, suppressing the grievance and resentment in her heart.

She took a deep breath and suppressed her emotions.

"I helped Cory back then.I didn't regret doing all the stupid things.I loved him back then.I was willing to bear everything.I didn't need his gratitude, and I didn't bother to fight for it with such dirty methods..."

She, Christina, dared to love and hate.

Even if she loved the wrong person, she was willing to accept her fate.

"The reason why you say so much to me is that you worry about Carrie and Connie, isn't it? What are you worried about? Are you worried that I'll rob Carrie of her man later? What did Connie say to you? I'm a b*tch.I've humiliated the Dickens Family.Right? Have you ever f*cking thought that who your biological daughter is?"

Christina couldn't hold back and tears welled up in the corner of her eyes.

She hated these people! She did not want to talk to him and did not want to see him.

She straightened her back and walked with heavy footsteps.

She strode past him and left, with her only dignity in her lone figure.