Chapter 406


    Patrick had a sound sleepst night. He didn''t wake up until morning. Patrick was a light sleeper. He


    was very vignt. It was strange that all his tiredness had disappeared when hey on this bed. When


    he woke up, he was much more refreshed and energetic.


    "Patrick, get up."


    Outside the door, Christina knocked on the door and shouted in a strange tone.


    It was her room. Why did she have to knock on the door? Besides, Patrick was used to getting up at 5


    o''clock. Today, he didn''t make a sound until 10 o''clock. So Christina''s aunt asked her toe over and


    take a look at Patrick.


    There was still no sound in the door. Christina frowned, took the key to open the door, and barged in.


    Then, she stared nkly at Patrick for a second. He was standing by the bed, taking off his clothes.


    "Why didn''t you answer me?"


    Christina looked embarrassed and immediately turned around with her back to him.


    "Christina,e here." He suddenly called out to her.


    "No."


    Without thinking about it, she immediately refused. Her face blushed, and she subconsciously thought


    of something dirty.


    "Christina, is Patrick awake? Wake him up for breakfast." In the corridor, Betty was worried about


    Patrick and came over. After all, he was from the Hopkins family, so she had to be more careful.


    "Why are there bloodstains on your clothes?"


    Betty suddenly screamed. She stood at the door and saw the red bloodstain on the back of Patrick''s


    white shirt.


    Hearing this, Christina immediately turned around and looked at him. Patrick had already taken off his


    shirt and revealed his back. His knife wound that had been sewn earlier was bleeding.


    "Did you get hurt in Switzend?"


    Betty looked worried and walked into the room directly. As an elder, she was not shy, but more


    nervous. If Patrick''s wound got serious in the Dickens family, she would be in big trouble.


    "Well, this wound. Do you want to go to the hospital now?"


    Patrick didn''t care about the small injury on his back at all. He nced at the blood-stained shirt on his


    hand and looked up. "I''m fine." His tone was very t.


    "You had a good sleepst night, so you didn''t notice your wound."


    Betty looked at his wound again with concern, then turned around and walked out, saying, "I''ll go


    downstairs to get the medicine kit."


    "Thank you, but no need."


    Patrick blurted out and turned his head, meeting Christina''s gaze. She frowned and red at him with


    obvious displeasure. For some reason, he did not continue.


    Betty quickly brought up the medicine kit and found some iodine hydrogen peroxide and cotton swabs.


    "Christina, help Patrick disinfect the wound."


    Patrick couldn''t handle the back injury on his own. So Christina should help him.


    Patrick nced at Christina, then sat down by the bed and waited to be served.


    When Betty saw this, she even wanted tough. Patrick did not say a word and sat down directly,


    making her feel that he was very obedient.


    The iodine was less irritating. Betty handed the iodine to Christina. But she picked up the hydrogen


    peroxide expressionlessly. Christina applied the highly irritating hydrogen peroxide to the knife wound


    on his back. Patrick suddenly felt pain and his body trembled.


    Betty was flustered and said. "Christina, be gentle." She was too rude.


    "Don''t worry. He is strong and not afraid of pain."


    Christina replied in a serious tone.


    She continued to apply hydrogen peroxide to his wound several times. Patrick didn''t say anything. But


    as the wound on his back was stimted by hydrogen peroxide, he could only endure the pain and


    tense up.


    Christina was retaliating against him by applying the ointment. She didn''t know what she was angry


    about. "You pressed your wound on purpose." Her voice was filled with anger.


    In her opinion, this man would not sleep so soundly. He had always been very vignt. The doctor


    warned him not to sleep on his side because of the injury on his back. If he did, his wound would easily


    bleed.


    Patrick had always been favored by God. He was tall and strong with fair skin. The scar on his back


    was unpleasant to the eye. Christina stared at it and felt very upset.


    He got hurt because of her. She thought he did this on purpose to make her feel guilty.


    A sense of guilt, coupled with manyplicated feelings, turned into anger. "I didn''t ask you to save


    me." She cursed angrily in a low voice.


    Patrick turned his back to her. He wanted to say something but didn''t.


    Betty did not understand why her niece was suddenly angry and why the master of the Hopkins family


    did not say a word and was scolded obediently.


    She had never seen Patrick have such a good temper. It was weird.


    Finally, she applied red medicine to the knife wound on his back. The wound stopped bleeding quickly,


    but Patrick didn''t have a shirt to wear.


    Betty picked up his blood-stained shirt and said, "We''re a little far from the city center." It was


    inconvenient to buy a new shirt. Besides, his shirts might only be bought in the high-end counters along


    the business street.


    "I''ll wash this shirt now and dry it. But it will take at least three hours."


    Christina suddenly interrupted her and said, "We have shirts at home."


    Betty thought of Donald''s shirt and said, "Your father''s size doesn''t fit his.“


    "Derek''s shirt."


    As soon as Christina said this, Patrick, who was sitting quietly by the bed thinking about something,


    immediately turned to look at her with a meaningful look.


    Christina remained calm as he looked at her. She pointed to the wardrobe and said. "Derek used to


    stay at our house for the night. I washed and cleaned his clothes." Her voice was gradually volumed


    down. "Patrick can wear it."


    Derek and Patrick were about the same height. Derek was thinner but they were wearing the same size


    of shirts. Even their favorite shirt brand style was simr.


    In her wardrobe, there was Derek''s shirt, coats, trousers, and even underwear. Some were brand new,


    and some were clothes that Derek had worn before.


    Betty was not surprised. Derek had been very close to Christina since they were children. In the past,


    she had always regarded Derek as her own family. s, the god of destiny made fools of the people.


    They didn''t be a couple.


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    It didn''t seem polite to say this to Patrick. Christina thought that he wouldn''t wear it. Unexpectedly,


    Patrick generously picked up the neatly washed shirt in the wardrobe and put it on.


    Christina was embarrassed. He didn''t mind it. Instead, she undervalued him. She nced at the men''s


    underwear in the wardrobe and suddenly added, "Those underwear are brand new."


    She didn''t know why she had to exin but she just said it inexplicably.


    Patrick didn''t mind it at all. He looked normal and nodded.


    "Okay, go down and have breakfast. Or, it will be too cold to eat."


    Betty eased the atmosphere and urged them to go downstairs for breakfast.


    It was 10:30 a.m. Mrs. Dickens and Donald had breakfast at 7: 00 a.m. The whole family was worried


    that Christina when she was in Switzend. So they postponed the physical reexamination at the


    hospital. After breakfast, they went to the hospital this morning. Now there were only the three of them


    at home.


    "Christina, don''t go outsideter. Your grandmother went to bed earlyst night. You didn''t get up early


    this morning. She said she wanted to see you as soon as she came back. Don''t disappear again."


    Betty served them two pieces of bacon and couldn''t help but nag.


    "When will theye back from the hospital?"


    "They missed the appointment. They might have to line up this time. They won''t be back until about 5


    p.m."


    "Grandma and dad didn''t have a nanny to apany them. Would it be inconvenient for them?" The


    nanny and servants at home were fired.


    "It doesn''t matter. Your father doesn''t need a wheelchair anymore. He can walk slowly with his walking


    stick. The doctor said that his recovery was very good. Although your grandmother is old, she has


    always been in good health. You can''t walk as fast as she can. Don''t worry, they will take care of


    themselves."


    Christina and her aunt were eating and chatting.


    Patrick sat opposite. He kept quiet and lowered his head to eat. While listening to their conversation, he


    asionally nced at Christina.


    "It''s not because of the money. Your father said that he didn''t have much work in thepany and was


    about to retire. He wants to mow thewn and do some housework at home. And he wants to do it


    himself as exercise. Otherwise, he will rust."


    Christina tidied up their tes and went to the kitchen. She was a little surprised to hear that. "My


    father can do housework?"


    Betty nced at Patrick, who was sitting in the living room after breakfast, and asked, "Do you want to


    go out with him?"


    Christina was expressionless and said, "No."


    Betty chuckled and didn''t say much. After all, they were family members. Betty continued, "Your father


    now helps wash the dishes every day."


    Christina, who was washing the dishes, felt surprised. In her memory, her father had never been in the


    kitchen since she was a child. She did not expect that he would do housework when he got old.


    "There are a lot of things that are always unexpected. People always change." Betty was cleaning up


    some cutlery in the kitchen and couldn''t help but sigh.


    She used her elbow to touch Christina, looked at the man sitting quietly in the living room again, and


    whispered, "Patrick has changed a lot too."


    Christina looked at him and pouted. She was still sullen, saying, "He''s always been like this."


    "What was he like before?" Betty asked.


    Christina was speechless for a moment and did not know how to answer.


    "By the way, when will he leave? Will he eat at our house tonight? What''s Patrick''s favorite dish? I''ll go


    to the market to buy it."


    "I don''t know."


    "You don''t know?" Betty felt strange. Christina had been with him for a long time, and they even had


    children.


    "He eats everything. Don''t pay special attention to him."


    Christina felt a little guilty. She really didn''t know his diet preference.


    In fact, she really didn''t know him at all.


    They were supposed to be two strangers, but they became each other''s closest mates.