Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick) novel Chapter 62

He put down the coffee cup and walked out quickly. I followed him and asked, "What happened?"

Seth looked at me with some hesitation. After a while, he said, "Nothing. Do your own work." However, there was a bad feeling rising in my heart.

Assuming that my work today wasn't particularly important, I made a decision on my own and followed him downstairs.

Seth focused on talking on the phone. So he didn't notice that I was followinghim. When he was about to start the car, I rushed over and got into the passenger's seat quickly.

When he saw me, his face becale gloomy as he said, "Go back to work."

I asked him, "Tell me what happened."

At first, Seth didn't want to say anything. But the matter was so urgent that he had to start the car.

On the way, he told me that the worker who had done something to the glue in the studio project was found dead at the construction site.

Moreover, he had passed away last night. But his body was found today!

When I heard his words, I faintly felt that this was not an accident.

By the time Seth and I arrived at the scene, the police had been there. And the body of the worker was still there.

It wasn't until this time that I knew that the worker was called Ronald Weil.

Seeing him lying on the ground, I remembered how he had said with tears that he wasn't having an easy life in the police station back then.

He had three children. As a father, he passed away just like that. What should his family do?

After the police were done collecting evidence at the scene, they took the body to the medical examiner.

After a series of tests, it was basically confirmed that Ronald had died suddenly.

Because none of his family was here. Seth and I helped to send his body to a funeral house on the same day, bought a coffin and a shroud, and asked an undertaker to help make up for the body.

We had been busy for a whole day.

By the time I went home, it was already 11 p.m.

I opened the door, only to find that the light in the room was on and Patrick was sitting on the sofa. And there was a mobile desk with a laptop on it in front of him.

He was typing quickly on the keyboard.

"How, how did you get in?"

All the way from the morgue to the funeral house today, I had seen things related to the deceased.

Despite saying so, I felt especially warm to see him at home.

I felt a little more at ease.

"When I left this morning, I took the spare key." When Patrick spoke, he did not even take his eyes off the screen.

"A spare key?"

I didn't even know where the spare key was!

"How dare you turn my house upside down?"

I looked around and found that my house didn't changed much.

At this time, Patrick finally put down the work in his hand and approached me. Then he sniffed and smelled me. After that, he slightly frowned and asked, "Where have you been? Why do you smell like this?"

Hearing his question, I changed my shoes and stood in front of the floor- to- ceiling windows. Looking at the lights outside the windows, I told him what had happened today.

In the end, I frowned and said to myself, "The way you see it, once his wife and his three children know that he has passed away. How sad should they be? The breadwinner of the family is gone. What should they do with their family?"

I wasn't the one involved in this matter.

However, the scene of him crying in the police station was still vivid in my mind.

As I spoke, I felt a warmth behind me.

Patrick hugged me from behind with his arms around my waist. Then he gently kissed my hair with his thin lips and said in a gentle tone, "We are not sages and we can't help everyone. But if we meet someone miserable, we can help them. I will help them for you."