Such a Rude and Noisy Woman novel Chapter 375

Carl was in a bad mood. He sighed slightly and said,"Hiram hasn't woken up yet. It doesn't look like he is going to wake up anytime soon. But the doctor said that considering his situation, it is normal for Hiram to remain unconscious for the next one to three days. Before then, we will just have to wait. Hiram has been in a coma for only a few hours."

With what Carl just said, Rachel felt quite distraught. She took a breath and was about to walk towards Hiram's ward, but Carl stopped her.

"Rachel..."

Carl grabbed her arm.

"Wait. Uncle Gavin and aunt Joanna are both in the ward now. You will surely meet them if you enter the room now. And you are very likely to get into an argument or it will be very awkward at the very least. It is bound to disturb Hiram's rest. It may even stress him out. But don't worry. I did hear that uncle Gavin would be leaving soon. It won't be too late for you to see Hiram after he leaves, okay?"

The tears in Rachel's eyes started trickling. She couldn't even stay beside her husband when he needed her the most. It was the only thing she wanted to do at the moment.

Rachel pulled Carl's hand away, turned around and walked out, disappointed and disheartened. She just wanted her husband back.

She stopped at the garden and sat on the steps, staring blankly at the grass on the ground.

Sometimes, the simplest thing is also the hardest.

"He's still alive, isn't he? Why are you crying?"

A voice came out from behind the tree near Rachel. She looked back and stood up at once.

"Patrick, how dare you come here?

Why didn't you just die in the explosion? How many lives do you have? You have no right to be here." Rachel strode over to him with heavy and angry steps once she realized that it was Patrick. She grabbed him by his shirt collar.

Patrick took a step back but didn't resist her aggression. "Rachel, you see nothing but my hate. But you don't see my pain...

Did you really think that I am a superhuman who would escape from that fatal explosion safe and sound?" Patrick said painfully,"Can you assure me that Hiram had nothing to do with Marcia's attack against me? I just paid him back for what he has done."

Rachel stepped back, shaking her head. "No. Hiram didn't do it. He wanted to deal with you, but he didn't mean to kill you. The one who really wanted you dead was Marcia!"

Patrick grabbed Rachel's wrist and took a step forward. He stared down at her with his brown eyes. "Rachel, what use is it for you to say this now? There has always been a feud between us since the beginning."

"Well? So, are you satisfied now? Hiram is in there right now, lying unconsciously." She pointed to Hiram's ward. "You have gotten your revenge, right? !" Rachel slapped his hand off her and looked at him with furious eyes.

Patrick smiled bitterly, looking back at Rachel. "Yes, I thought I would be happy.

But when I saw that he was hit by a bullet, there was not a trace of pleasure in my heart. On the contrary, I felt very sad. Especially when I saw that you were terrified of losing him, I suddenly questioned myself, that I might have been wrong..."

Patrick paused, and then he let go of Rachel. He continued,"Take care, Rachel. I'm leaving. For you, I will give up...

From now on, You'll never see me or hear from me again, nor will I deal with Hiram ever. I understand that it is best that I let you go and live a good life with Hiram rather than stay here, giving you more burdens."

His words surprised Rachel. She didn't expect Patrick to make such a decision. She looked at him, confused.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm not so great. I always stick to the principle, 'an eye for en eye and a tooth for a tooth'" However, for your sake, I'm going to make an exception."

Patrick looked at Rachel deeply. He did make this exception just for her. After his accident, he had seen that she visited the place where the explosion happened and shed tears for him.

At that moment, he felt that everything was worthwhile.

He did not really need to have her for himself.

It would be enough for him to occupy an insignificant place in her heart, that she would miss him once in a while.

"Fine, I will trust you this time. But this will be the last one." After a while, Rachel looked at the mask on his face and asked,"Your face..."

Patrick avoided her eyes. Then he said indifferently,"It's okay. It will be fine after some surgeries."

That night, a piece of glowing hot iron fell on his face as he tried to help his men out. The accident nearly disfigured one cheek. He needed to wear a mask to hide the scar.

Hearing this, Rachel paused, and then she replied,"Fine."