Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick) novel Chapter 97

I didn't know when Patrick had left. But, that day, I had been sitting at the door for a long time.

Until I fell asleep without realizing it.

Early the next morning, I woke up at the entrance.

The first thing I did was to open the door. But nothing was outside. Although a night had passed, I could still faintly smell the smell of alcohol.

It seemed that Patrick indeed had got drunken yesterday.

Back in the room, I wanted to call Seth, only to find a text on my mobile phone.

It was from Patrick Cowell.

The text read, "I'll let you go this time. Don't let me see you again!"

As I read this message, my heart ached slightly.

After hesitating for a moment, I called Seth.

Originally, I planned to tell him about what Patrick had said yesterday, including that he had known everything.

But for a long time, nobody picked up my call.

By the time he got back to me, it was already in the afternoon.

Over the phone, I could sense that Seth was very tired upon hearing his voice. When I told him about this matter, he was a little absentminded as well.

He responded perfunctorily.

After I kept talking for a while, he suddenly asked me again, "What did you say just now?"

I frowned slightly and asked him, "What happened?"

"No. Nothing. It's just that I have so many things to do before I go abroad. So I haven't had a good rest."

Seth's voice was hoarse, indicating that he indeed didn't seem to have a good rest.

I said, "Okay."

I hung up the phone. But I knew well that Seth surely had encountered some difficulties. But he didn't want to put more burden on me. So he didn't tell me the truth.

That afternoon, I received a call from a strange number.

The number's registration location was in Seth's hometown.

I hesitated for a moment and picked up the call.

As soon as I picked up the call, I heard a woman's crying over the phone, "Charlotte, I only have a son, who is Seth. We have raised him to such a grown-up man. Although we don't expect him to support us when we get old, we hope that he can come back to see us often."

I instantly knew that the speaker was Seth's mother.

"Auntie..."

Knowing why she was calling me, I didn't know what to say for a moment.

Seth's mother cried as she said, "I know where you are going. That place is so far away that it takes more than ten hours to get there by flight to and forth. Recently, the health condition of his father and I are both getting worse and worse day by day. If something indeed happens to us, he probably won't have time to go home and take a look at us for the last time."

When Seth's mother said this, she cried even more miserably.

In fact, I could totally understand Seth's mother's feelings.

I couldn't help but say, "Auntie, he and I haven't confirmed that we will surely leave yet..."

"Don't lie to me." Seth's mother sobbed as she said, "According to Seth, you have booked the flight tickets and that you have got everything ready. However hard we try to persuade him, he just won't listen!"

"Our Seth has been a sensible and obedient child ever since his childhood. Could it be that you want to go abroad? If yes, you can go abroad by yourself. Why do you have to take my Seth with you?"

As Seth's mother spoke, her attitude became somewhat rude.

She babbled all the time, insisting that it was me who had tricked his son into going abroad with me.

She had been begging me to let go of Seth, asking me to stop pestering him.

I didn't even have a chance to cut in.

In the end, Seth's mother made her best move, cried, and said to me, "Charlotte, to tell you the truth, I have got the pesticide ready. If you and Seth leave, we will drink it!"

When I heard this, I was frightened and quickly said, "Auntie, don't be impulsive! I'll go persuade Seth!"

"Really?" Hearing this, Seth's mother finally said in a gentler tone and stopped crying.

"Well, Charlotte, if you dare to take Seth away, we will commit suicide. You surely will feel guilty all your life!"

I frowned slightly and replied in a dull way.

After the call this time, I found Seth's mother strange. It seemed that she was completely different from the one I had seen on New Year's eve.

Three days later, Seth came to my house, picked me up, and went to the airport.

I asked him over and over again on the road, confirming whether he had communicated well with his family.

Seth replied ambiguously.

I knew that he hadn't talked to his parents.

Thinking of Seth's mother's firm attitude before, I immediately shouted to the driver in the front row, "Stop the car!"

The driver parked the car by the roadside. Then I said to Seth, "If you don't talk it out with your parents, I won't go with you."

Seth had been looking out of the window. But when he heard what I had said, the gentle affection on his face was replaced by coldness.

He grabbed my hand directly and asked, "Do you regret it? Could it be that you think I'm not as good as Patrick? So you don't want to leave with me."

He grabbed my hand very hard. And all I could feel was that my hand was in great pain because of his pinching.

The expression on Seth's face even made me feel a little scared!

"It hurts!" I shouted with a frown.

"I'm sorry." Hearing that I cried out in pain, Seth let go of his hand in panic. Then he held my hand which he had grabbed just now, blew on it, and kept asking me, "Does it still hurt?"

Seeing his nervous look, I shook my head.

As I was about to continue to persuade Seth, he frowned and said, "Don't persuade me anymore. I managed to make up my mind."

"But..."

"Do you know that I have been deserted by my family because of you? I went back home and told them about this. But my parents didn't agree with it and even threatened me with their lives. But I am still on your side. So what I fear the most now is that even you are going to back out at this time."

Seth looked at me as his eyes were full of fragility.

I knew what he had said was true.

Seth grabbed my hand and said after a moment of silence, "Don't worry about my parents. They just can't accept it for a while. I believe that if we go home more frequently in the future, they will accept it."

Hearing his words, I couldn't refute.

However, after we got to the airport, got the boarding pass, and were ready to go through the security check, my cell phone rang.

It was a call from a landline in Seth's hometown.