Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick) novel 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,

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."