Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick) novel Chapter 188

Seeing how Patrick looked at me now, I vividly realized that he indeed had killed my child!

I walked up to him, raised my hand, and slapped him in the face with my greatest strength!

"Bang!" I felt my hand going numb.

He was still looking at me. But he tilted his face a little.

After I finished slapping Patrick, he wasn't angry at all. Instead, he took my hand and said, "Does it hurt? If you calm down, take the medicine."

Looking at his nonchalant look, I felt cold in my heart.

I pulled out my hand and hid it behind my back. Then I looked at him, "Patrick Cowell, you, you don't want me to give birth to your child, do you?"

"How come you think so?" Patrick looked up at me, "I indeed want our child."

"Then why don't you believe the one in the video is not me?"

I yelled and asked him...

"Why don't you believe me? Why did you insist on taking my child away?"

Up to now, I couldn't believe what had happened. I, who was still immersed in the joy of my pregnancy, now had to admit that the child was gone!

Patrick lowered his eyes and hesitated for a moment before saying, "I watched the video later. I know all the characteristics of yours well. And the one in the video have all your characteristics... including the mole on the inner side of your thighs."

"What?"

Patrick's words stunned me.

That mole of mine was very secretive. I didn't expect that Caroline could even think of faking one there.

However, what benefits she could get behind the scene? Why did she do this? Did she just want Patrick to give up on me completely?

Patrick seemed to think that I was shocked. He reached out and took me into his arms as he comforted me, "It doesn't matter. We can take medicine together, starting from today. There are still 27 days left. And then we will wait for two months to confirm that we aren't ill. At that time, no matter how many children you want to have, I will let you have your way, okay?"

"Take the medicine together? I'm not ill at all. I'm not raped. Why should we take the medicine together?"

I wanted to get up from his arms. But he held me tight.

He said, "I know, I know, I know. Take it as my fault. To apologize to you, I will accompany you to take the medicine. And I will be obedient to you in the future, okay?"

"Are you wrong? How can you compensate me? Are you going to compensate me with my child?"

"Okay, I'll compensate you with a child in the future. I'll give you as many children as you want."

"No, I want the one you took away."

I knew it! I knew it!

From the beginning to the end, Patrick felt that I, who was unconscious, refused to accept the reality. So he made a decision for me.

But only I knew that the person in the video wasn't me.

"Why..."

"Why didn't he believe me?"

Patrick hugged me tightly, "Be good, be obedient. The child is gone. This is what I owe you. I didn't protect you well, getting you injured. It's all my fault. If you want to blame me, blame me. You can choose to stay with me for the rest of your life, to punish me and torture me. As long as you don't leave me, everything will be fine."

"Okay." I was in his arms with a bitter smile at the corner of my lips, "You can't go back on your words."

Thinking that I was obedient, Patrick finally relaxed me, kissed me gently on the top of my hair, and said, "I won't go back on my words."

Patrick asked the servant to help me take three more pills. And I pretended to drink them down.

In fact, the pills were all pressed under my tongues.

Saying that I wasn't feeling well, I went back to the room. The first thing I did was to go to the toilet to spit out three pills and flush them off.

I stood in front of the mirror and looked at the ugly me wearing a mask in the mirror.

I thought of the expression on Patrick's face which hadn't changed at all when he had looked at me...

"Does he love me?"