“Who sent these?”


    “Does his mom have any sense? Who brings white chrysanthemums to someone in the hospital?”


    Joseph was packing up to leave the hospital that day, his arm still stuck in a sling. When he saw the bouquet of white chrysanthemums, hepletely lost it and tossed the whole thing on the floor.


    A couple of his buddies who’de to get him scooped up the card that had fallen out and gave it a quick look.


    One of them couldn’t help but smirk. “Patricia sent it.”


    Joseph stormed over and snatched the card from his friend. There were just four words written on it: “For your injured hand–Patricia.”


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    He crumpled the card in his fist, grinding it into his palm. He was going to make her pay for this. No matter what. He meant it.


    Early that morning, Patricia dressed up and headed to the hospital.


    In the rehab room, she handed out gifts she’d picked out herself to the doctors and nurses.


    “Today’s myst day of rehab. I just want to say thank you for everything over the past two years.”


    One of the nurses looked surprised and tried to hand the gift back. “This is really too much, Ms. Martin. We’re just doing our jobs.” Even though her sry wasn’t great, she definitely recognized the brand–just a single jar of eye cream from this set cost a fortune.


    “You’ve all done way more for me than these gifts could ever cover,” Patricia said sincerely. “Please, I really want you to have them.”


    The doctor hesitated, then added, “Mr. Padi already sent us a very generous bonus from his personal ount.”


    “Mr. Padi?” Patricia echoed, surprised. Suddenly, she remembered the man she’d seen two years ago<b>, </b>slipping out of Atticus’s study on that rainy night.


    in Chelsea.


    They’d actually run into each other again not long ago, at the research institute in


    That’s when it finally clicked–her current rehab team was all elite specialists, provided just for her by the Padi family.


    She was literally their only patient.


    “Ms. Martin, you didn’t know?” The nurse’s eyes lit up, hungry for gossip.


    Patricia quickly caught herself. “Of course I knew.” She hated people poking into her private life, and she wasn’t about to give them anything to work with.


    The nurse gave her a knowing look. “I mean, with a guy that good–looking, there’s no way you’d


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    forget.”


    “He’s seriously hot,” another nurse chimed in. “After seeing him, I feel like every other guy I’ve met is just… not even in the same league.”


    Patricia had only seen him twice, both times at night. She remembered his height and the way he carried himself, but never got a good look at his face.


    The first time, she’d glimpsed him leaving, her eyes so full of tears that everything looked hazy and soft, like a dream.


    The second time was just after sunset, before the streetlights came on. Still no clear look.


    So as for how insanely handsome he really was, Patricia honestly had no idea.


    After herst rehab session, Patricia suggested a lunch together.


    Her rehab team was all for it–everyone rushed off to fix their makeup or change into something nice.


    They p


    picked a restaurant at the mall near the hospital and made a reservation for noon.


    Patricia got there first and wandered around a little, thinking about what gifts to buy for Marian and Jackson.


    As she browsed, Jackson–sitting in his wheelchair–nudged her and motioned for her to look ahead. Ruby wasing toward them, dressed in a pink and white dress, all sweet and clingy as she held Tina’s <b>arm</b>.


    “Hey, what a coincidence running into you here, Patricia,” Ruby said, all smiles.


    “Yeah, funny seeing you too,” Patricia replied, her tone cool..


    “Are you out shopping?” Ruby nced around, clearly noticing it was just Jackson with her, looking a little nosy. What a sad fall from grace for someone from the Newton family, she thought.


    Patricia didn’t even get a chance to answer.


    Jackson, like he’d just heard the dumbest thing ever, let out a coldugh. “What, you think she’s here sneaking around with someone?” <fn8525> Read full story at find~novel</fn8525>


    “You-!”


    Ruby’s face twisted with anger, but Tina held her back and shot back, “Guess a rude owner raises a rude dog, huh?”


    Jackson rolled his eyes. “Better to be rude than a mistress raised <i>by </i>thieves.”