Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick) novel Chapter 185

After Patrick hung up the phone, I controlled my emotions and asked him, "What's wrong?"

Patrick looked at me and frowned. After a moment of silence, he shook his head, "Nothing."

"No, something is wrong."

Patrick surely was a poker- faced person when he was at work.

But at this time, he couldn't even control his emotions.

In that case, it meant that this matter was a serious one.

I reached out my hand, put my hands around Patrick's waist, and pressed my face against his lower abdomen, "Tell me the truth. I'm not afraid."

Patrick was silent for a while. And he told me, "The police said that they found the bodies of those foreign men by the river in the suburbs."

"Are they dead too?" I almost couldn't believe it. Tears had soaked the gauze on my face.

But I couldn't help crying.

"Don't be afraid. Even if we don't have a child, we can have another one. As long as you're alive, everything will be fine." Patrick patted my back.

I knew that he was just like me at this time and that he had been prepared for the worst.

But I was indeed so scared.

I looked up at him, "Patrick Cowell, do you think Caroline Archer has the ability to do so? Someone that is more powerful than her surely is behind this. No matter what his purpose is, it can't be denied that he is indeed powerful. If we don't find him, he will target me again next time. What should I do then?"

Patrick's expression didn't change at all when he heard what I had said.

I knew that he had long thought of this point.

Patrick patted the back of my head, "I will protect you. And I won't let anyone hurt you."

"How can you protect me? Do you want to lock me up in the room all the time and forbid me to go anywhere?"

When I said that, Patrick was silent.

I knew that I was right.

In fact, I had been with Patrick for a long time. Now he said that he loved me. So he tried his best to be good to me.

But if he became extreme and tried to control me, he could do anything to me.

"Patrick Cowell, let me go. I don't deserve you."

I didn't want to bet on my child again.

What's more, I had long decided to give up on him.

Patrick didn't say anything. And he just hugged me.

It was almost 20 p.m. by the time we finished dinner.

Edwin came again, "Have you thought about it? The miscarriage can be done later. But it is recommended that the anti-exposure drugs should be taken immediately. The risk will increase after the deadline of 24 hours."

I hesitated.

Putting my hand on my belly, I thought to myself, "Is this child going to leave me again?"

Less than 10 hours had passed ever since I knew its existence.

Knowing that I was hesitant, Patrick walked over, grabbed my hands, and said gently, "If this child is gone, we can have another one. But if you do get sick, you will never be able to recover for the rest of your life. Then, you will never be able to have another child in your lifetime."

He was right.

"But..." I looked up at Patrick, "I don't want to part with this baby."

How could I be willing to give up the baby?

Patrick's black eyes were full of sadness. But he was comforting me, "For our future child, I promise, I promise that he will come to this world safely and grow up healthily, okay?"

"But..."

"Miss Archer, make a decision quickly. Alas! Now, you aren't competing with time but death. You can have another child as long as you want to in the future."

Edwin also advised me.

Perhaps being alive meant there was hope.