Spoil My Errant Wife (Patrick and Christina) novel Chapter 48

Patrick looked straight at her, his cold voice trying to suppress his anger.

Patrick leaned against the back of his seat with his eyes half- closed.

His right hand slightly bent, tapping on the window as if he was bored.

"Not only did you lie to my cousin, but you also framed him...He would have never thought of that."

Carrie's face turned pale at the sound of his cold, low voice as if he had told some secret that she could not bring up.

"No, no."

Her lips were white and trembling as she denied it.

"No, don't talk nonsense!"

Carrie became more and more agitated and uneasy.

Staying in the car with this man-made her chest tighten.

She shook the door in a panic and tried to escape.

But the door was locked.

Patrick seemed to hate it when people were restless in front of him.

He opened his eyes and looked straight into the rearview mirror.

"This hospital report shows that you are infertile.May I ask where your daughter comes from..."

He grabbed a stack of documents and threw them at her face, his eyes looking straight at her with disgust and impatience.

"Your daughter is indeed a Hampton, but her DNA doesn't match yours..."

"Initially, you planned to get Cory involved in a lawsuit, and then ask your brother-in-law to save him and make him grateful to you, so you could marry into a rich family, but Laurie insisted upon him marrying someone else, so you went abroad and waited patiently, waiting for an opportunity to bring his daughter back..."

"No! No-"

When Carrie heard him say these words, her heart clenched and she looked terrified.

"No..."

He couldn't have known.

She was momentarily distracted.

Even her sister Connie did not know this old case that happened a few years ago.

Why was he so clear about it...Did he...

Carrie raised her head in panic, and Patrick's long, dark eyes were reflected in the rearview mirror, unfathomable and sinister.

Carrie's mind was in a mess, and her eyes were filled with fear and uneasiness.

The ringing of her cell phone in her pocket made her slowly recover from the confusion.

Carrie suddenly realized that she had been driven out of the car by Patrick.

She looked in the direction of the highway, her neck stiff.

The man had already driven away, but her heart was still beating wildly.

"Carrie, how are you? Are you okay...’ 

As soon as the call was connected, Connie asked anxiously, "Why did Patrick take you away all of a sudden..."

Carrie held the phone and her lips trembled.

"He knows everything.’ She murmured in a low, hoarse voice.

"Sis, he knows everything.’ Carrie seemed frightened, raising her voice and shouting at the phone.

Her trembling voice was suppressing her panic.

"What?"

Connie on the other end of the line quickly stood up from her chair.

"Did Patrick really know that we did Christina's kidnapping? Did he really find out?"

"If you dare to touch her again, I will send you to prison to enjoy..."

Patrick's cold and clear voice echoed in Carrie's ear, which made her shiver.

"That's impossible.If he does find out, then...’’ Connie's voice indicated her mixed feelings.

She was somehow a little relieved.

If he really found out, with his power, how could they be safe and sound all this time...

"Sis, he really knows...’’ Carrie shouted excitedly, so afraid that her voice was shaky, which broke Connie's fantasy.

Connie, who was on the other end of the line, turned pale and gripped the phone tightly.

"Then what does he want?"

[ What exactly do you want to do? ] Carrie asked him the same question.

[ ...I won't keep anything of no value.] 

He told her word by word.

Carrie looked at the desolate hillside in a daze, and her heart was filled with fear.

She felt as if she had provoked a cruel and heartless devil.

He had so many of her secrets in his hands that she didn't even have a chance to fight back.

She could only obey.

"He just wants you to pester Cory..."

On the phone, Connie's voice came faintly, confused and surprised.Patrick wanted Carrie to pester Cory? 

"Cory, go back"

Christina looked at him with a complicated expression and urged.

In the morning, Cory was punched in the chest by Patrick.

Fortunately, it was convenient to bandage him in the hospital, but Christina saw the bruise on his chest.

Cory was a handsome, fair, and decent gentleman.

It seemed that the bruise would not heal until half a month later, and it was because of her that Cory had an argument with Patrick.

Christina was in a bit of a dilemma.

"Don't provoke him.He has a bad temper.’’ Christina was furious at the thought of Patrick.

"I'm fine."

Cory lowered his head and glanced at the wound on his body.

He suddenly felt that Patrick was better than him in many aspects, including family background, career status, and this combat skill.

"He's been practicing Thai boxing and combat since he was young.You don't have to compare yourself with him.’’ Cory raised his head and chuckled at her.

"I didn't expect you to comfort me.’’ Patrick had many cousins, but he had been a bit nobler than them since he was young.

After all, he was the only eldest grandson in the Hopkins Family.