Chapter 410


    Christina was burning. She rolled over and over ufortably, gave a faint moan, and mumbled, "I''m


    not hungry..." Her cheeks were ruddy.


    "You must have been all tired out in Switzend. What''s more, you got soaked in the rain at noon..."


    Betty took out a thermometer and measured Christina''s temperature, nagging.


    "You are too skinny. You might easily get sick."


    Finally, she sighed. Christina used to be in good health before she married into the Hopkins family.


    Betty went downstairs and told Donald about Christina''s illness. The fever of 102 degrees Fahrenheit


    was not particrly serious for adults. But Mrs. Dickens was still worried and said, "Why did she


    suddenly fall sick?"


    Donald''s face was gloomy, and a wave of inexplicable anger took hold of him.


    "What did she get from marrying into the Hopkins family? Look how she is afflicted by illness!"


    He had objected to the marriage from the beginning. He did not care about the high position and great


    wealth of the Hopkins family. All Patrick had given her was sufferings in their one-year marriage.


    Betty also felt a littleplicated.


    "Christina has been in excellent health since she was a child. She rarely gets sick... Should we take her


    to the hospital for an injection of antipyretic?" Mrs. Dickens suggested.


    Betty took some alcohol and antipyretics and went upstairs, busy tending to Christina. She poked her


    head and said, "She doesn''t want to go to the hospital."


    "I think she''ll be fine. Patrick gave her alcohol rubs and put a fever patch on her forehead. Now her


    body temperature is 100 degrees. Let her sleep for a while. Her fever should be gone soon."


    Christina''s grandfather was General Eisenhower. She was his only granddaughter. Ever since she was


    born, she had been favored, so she became willful and courageous. But she was also raised by high


    standards in dealing with people and physical exercise, so she rarely got sick growing up. It was


    strange that she suddenly had a fever.


    This provoked some resentment of the Dickens family against the Hopkins family. Thinking of this,


    Betty could not help but sigh.


    They didn''t go out to eat. Betty cooked something casual as dinner.


    "When she wakes upter, ask her to eat some porridge and take some antipyretics."


    Betty was cooking porridge when she saw Patricking down the stairs. "Patrick, let''s have dinner


    first..."


    Patrick ignored her and strode out of the door.


    Betty looked at his back in surprise. She didn''t know where he was going, nor did she dare to stop him.


    Although he was nominally the son-inw of the Dickens family, he was also the Young Master


    Hopkins. She could not utter a word ofint.


    After all, Christina counted as marrying above herself into the Hopkins family. They were not well-


    matched in social and economic status.


    Mrs. Dickens bit her tongue. She sat at the table and looked at the simple dishes. Inevitably, she felt a


    little inferior.


    The Hopkins family lived an extravagant life, so it seemed unbing to serve Patrick with these


    home-cooked dishes. Especially now that the Dickens family had suffered a decline in family fortunes,


    she felt that Patrick would look down on them.


    The olddy sighed too.


    Donald mmed his chopsticks on the table and said angrily, "Betty, go and lock the door. Don''t let any


    outsider in."


    Betty was in a dilemma. She knew that Donald was clearly venting his anger on the Hopkins family and


    didn''t want Patrick toe into the house.


    She had just stood up when the door was suddenly opened.


    A strange man came in, wearing a restaurant uniform and holding arge cardboard box carefully with


    both hands. He asked, "Sir, where do you should I put the takeout?"


    "Who are you? Who let you in?"


    Donald''s face darkened as he saw the stranger enter his house without knocking. He immediately took


    his crutch and walked over quickly, snarling.


    Seeing that he was walking so fast with his crutch, Betty was afraid that he would fall down in a fit of


    anger. She quickly ran over, supported him, and frowned at the delivery man.


    "We didn''t order takeout..."


    Before Betty could finish speaking, there were footsteps on the other side of this door. Turning around,


    she saw another delivery mane in with arge cardboard box in his hands. "These are soups.


    Where do you want them?"


    "Who ordered this?"


    "The gentleman outside..."


    Finally, Patrick came in, also with arge carton of takeout in his hands.


    The food in these threerge boxes filled the dining table, the coffee table, and even the tv cab.


    There was no space left in the living room.


    The two delivery men put down the food and said warmly, "Have a good dinner." Then they left quickly.


    Betty was a little befuddled. There were so many different kinds of food, soup, porridge, fried food,


    steamed food, rice noodles, steamed buns, red beans in syrup, and even ice cream.


    Donald was also confused, but he recognized the logo of the restaurant. It''s the favorite restaurant of


    his picky daughter.


    Patrick didn''t say anything. He strode up to the second floor.


    Donald''s face was still gloomy. He urged, "Betty, go up and take a look. She just has a fever. What is


    he fiddling about?"


    Betty sighed. Patrick had be heinous to Donald. She followed Patrick. It went without saying that


    Patrick had bought these for Christina.


    "No."


    As soon as Betty entered the room, she heard a murmuring from inside, "No." Christina''s eyes


    remained closed as if she was toozy to open them. She refused to eat.


    "Eat some porridge before taking the antipyretic..."


    "No."


    "Whatever you want, it''s downstairs..."


    Patrick was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the sick woman on the bed. His voice was very


    soft as if it was the first time he tried to please a woman.


    Betty was shocked to see this.


    She had never seen Patrick so gentle. He was asking about what she wanted in a low and patient


    voice.


    "Rice noodles, soup noodles?" He was still bargaining.


    "No."


    Patrick frowned. He seemed a little angry to be rejected so many times. Betty saw this and hurried in.


    She didn''t expect Young Master Hopkins to have much patience with women.


    "Christina rarely gets sick. When she''s sick, she''d be a little bad-tempered. Just leave her alone. She''ll


    get better..."


    Betty said gently. She was telling the truth, but Patrick looked up at her sourly.


    His cold and sharp eyes suggested that to her, ignoring Christina now was equivalent to abusing her.


    Betty sighed again, not knowing what to say.


    On the other side of the room, Patrick continued to persuade Christina patiently, "Drink some soup.


    There''s your favorite sea cucumber soup."


    The woman on the bed heard that faintly, and she hesitated.


    "Eat something. You don''t have to go to the hospital if you take antipyretics..."


    "I don''t want to go to the hospital!"


    She suddenly cried out, then muffled herself in the quilt.


    Patrick held back his anger and reached out to grab the quilt, lest she was suffocated. "Christina, listen


    to me!" For a moment, he released a sh of anger.


    Hearing that, the woman on the bed opened her eyes slightly and looked at him. Her expression was a


    little dull and her eyes were confused. Patrick looked at her sickly appearance and felt sorry. He


    immediately regretted his forceful tone.


    He lowered his voice and discussed with her, "Christina, what do you want to eat? Eat something


    before taking the medicine, okay? If you take the medicine, I''ll do anything you want. I promise."


    Betty looked at him in disbelief and suddenly had a strange idea in her heart.


    Patrick was now unusually gentle and patient. Although he was very worried, he seemed happy to see


    Christina so delicate because of illness and enjoyed taking care of her like this.


    When Christina was sick, she would be very obedient and quiet. Betty guessed that Patrick had a false


    expectation that Christina would y the woman in front of him. But the truth was, even when she was


    a child and got sick, she had never cried or made a scene, and certainly not acted like a spoiled child.


    On the bed, Christina was tightly wrapped in a duvet, and only her head stuck out of it. Her skin was


    hot. She had a peaches-and-creamplexion on her face and her neck. Her long ck hair on her


    pillow was disheveled. Patrick subconsciously reached out and adjusted her hair.


    But the woman in bed seemed to find him too annoying.


    "Don''t disturb me."


    Christina was so sick that she waved her hand and ignored him in a daze. Then she turned over and


    buried her face in the pillow as if she wanted to keep quiet and not be disturbed.


    Patrick''s handsome face stiffened.


    He remembered that those sick women were very fragile, and they would act coquettishly and rely on


    others...


    Why was this different from what he had thought?


    Betty wanted tough, but of course, she didn''t dare to.


    She coughed and repeated the previous proposal. "I took her temperature. The fever''s started to go


    down. Let her sleep. Don''t bother her. When she wakes upter, she will feel hungry and look for food


    on her own."


    "Go downstairs and eat something first..."


    There was so much food downstairs. Betty reckoned that Patrick had thought that if he ordered every


    kind, there would definitely be one that Christina would like to eat a few mouthfuls. He must have not


    expected Christina topletely ignore him.


    Betty thought that the man would be unwilling to leave. But after a while, he nodded coolly at her and


    then went straight downstairs.


    Betty bent down and tucked Christina in. Then she leaned sideways and looked at Patrick''s back.


    She was surprised to see him so patient.


    Previously, she didn''t want her niece to be with Patrick. Apart from her sister''s ridiculous affairs with


    Victor before, she was also afraid that people from a rich family like the Hopkins would bully Christina.


    However, now things did not seem like how she had imagined.


    Patrick went downstairs. He was nning to take a sea cucumber soup upstairs and use both coercion


    and cajolery to make Christina eat something. She should be thirsty because of her fever. Plus, when


    he mentioned the sea cucumber soup just now, she hesitated, which meant that she might resist it.


    However, as he was about to enter the living room, Donald scolded him with a cold face.


    "My daughter doesn''t need your charity. Take all these things away. She won''t eat the things you buy


    and she doesn''t like you to take care of her. You''re not wee here!"


    Donald was full of rage and wanted to throw Patrick out.


    Patrick''s face instantly darkened. He looked straight at the middle-aged man who was blocking his way.


    "That is between me and my wife. Leave us alone." He said coldly, suppressing his emotions.


    Donald was furious. "There is nothing between you and her! You''ve been forcing her from the


    beginning. She shouldn''t have had anything to do with someone like you. You have been operating..."


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    "Hopkins, I don''t care what you''re thinking. She should not get involved in yourplicated situation.


    Besides, your children are not a tool. Don''t despicably try to use them to practice moral ckmail on


    her."


    "She''s the daughter. I raised her myself. I know her. She''s very independent and strong. She doesn''t


    need to rely on men. She doesn''t need someone like you to take care of her!" Donald''s angry voice


    echoed in the house.


    Betty heard the noise, so she quickly went downstairs to check. Mrs. Dickens was on the other side of


    the living room, and she also walked over anxiously, trying to lighten the atmosphere.


    Patrick''s face was tense as he listened to the reproach but he did not refute it.


    Christina''s words came to his mind. "I didn''t ask you to save me. I don''t need you."


    Betty felt nervous to see how quiet Patrick was.


    After a while, Patrick looked at them coldly and said in a calm voice. "You have two choices..."


    "You either choose to be my family or my enemies."


    His voice was cold and deep.


    Betty was stunned. As for Donald, he didn''t expect Patrick''s threat. He red at Patrick ferociously.


    Patrick acted as if nothing had happened. He went straight past Donald, found a warm sea cucumber


    soup on the dining table, and strode straight up to the second floor.


    Thinking of something, he paused and added coldly, "She''s my wife. We won''t divorce."