Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 125

Seeing Caroline, the party got involved, left, the remaining middle-aged women dispersed as well.

I took a step back and kept a certain distance from Patrick. Looking at him, I said, "Mr. Cowell, thank you for being so kind to me. From now on, you are my brother-in-law as well as my boss. We'd better not have any contact in private."

After that, I walked out.

I didn't hear Patrick's footsteps behind me.

Feeling a little lost in my heart, I knew that such an answer from him would suit the situation the best.

I would find it the most desperate thing if he gave me any further hope.

As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the hospital and waited for a taxi, Patrick stretched out one of his arms to the front of me.

I lowered my head and saw a pink-diamond-necklace in his hand.

It was the birthday present he had given to me before.

My heart ached a little. And then I said, "Mr. Cowell, you don't have to do this."

Patrick only said two words, "Take it." Then he stuffed the necklace into my hands roughly.

It was the first time that I had seen the necklace during the day.

The golden sunlight set against the pinkdiamond necklace.

"Mr. Cowell, is there anything else?" I looked up at Patrick, trying to make my voice sound distant.

Patrick pulled me with one hand and took out a necklace from the pocket of his trousers with the other hand.

It was daytime now. And for the first time, I saw the necklace clearly.

Under the golden sunlight, the necklace was shining brightly, especially the pink- heartshaped diamond at the very front.

It looked so perfect, making others lust for it and look up to it.

It was just that we weren't in the same class. Neither were we in the same world.

It was just like Patrick and me.

I just looked at the necklace for a moment and wanted to return it to Patrick as I said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Cowell. It is too expensive. And it's not suitable for me."

"No way that I will take back the thing I gave to you."

Patrick grabbed me with one hand and immediately put the other hand of his in the pocket of his trousers without any intention to take the necklace over at all.

I insisted on returning it to him, "Mr. Cowell, how about you give it to Caroline? Even if she knew you gave it to me, I think she would also accept it happily."

"This is for you."

Patrick said.

His voice sounded a little cold.

"But I don't like it at all."

"If you don't like it, throw it away."

After saying this, Patrick finally let go of me and turned to leave.

I looked at his back.

I couldn't be sourer in my heart.

It seemed to be a farewell between Patrick and me.

And the necklace was the best witness of our farewell.

After I got home, I wrapped the necklace up with a towel carefully. Then I put it in a bag and put it at the innermost corner of the top floor of my wardrobe.

I knew that I might never wear this necklace again.

(To be continued)

Rosy had been in a coma all the time. The next day, I rushed to the hospital after getting off work. When I arrived at the hospital, I saw some policemen standing there.

One of them saw me and went straight over as he said to me, "You are Charlotte Archer, aren't you? Regarding Ms. Rosy, we have a few questions for you."

The police came straight to the point.

I had seen this kind of scene too many times. And I, who wasn't surprised, just nodded calmly and said, "Okay."

The police began to ask me the matter about Caroline's jumping off the building and what had happened on the day of Rosy's operation.

I answered their questions one by one.

At first, nothing went wrong. Later, the police asked me, "Before the operation began that day, did you see the surgeon, Doctor Roger?"

"No," I replied.

Hearing my answer, the policeman asked again, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure." Although I answered so, judging from the look in the police's eyes, I realized that something seemed to be going on in the middle. So I asked, "Officer, it's about my grandmother's operation. Is there any problem?"

"I'm sorry. I can't reveal the details of the case to you for the time being." After saying that, the policeman left.

One day after that day, as I got off work, planning to go to the hospital, I was directly called to the police station by the police.

There, the police asked me, "Do you have a bank card whose bank account number ends with 7891?"

"7891?" I pondered on it for a moment.

The bank account number of the payment card I used the most frequently didn't end with 7891.

However... It seemed that the bank account number of the card Rosy had given to me ended with 7891.

I rummaged through my bag and said, "I seem to have a bank card with such a tail number. Please wait for a moment."

However, I searched the whole wallet, only to fail to find the bank card that Rosy gave to me!

I suddenly realized that I probably had lost the bank card.

Seeing that I couldn't get anything after rummaging through my bag for a long time, the policeman asked, "What's wrong?"

I answered honestly, "My grandmother gave me a bank card before. I kept it in the interlayer of my wallet. It seems that it's gone." "Is it gone?" The police looked at me and asked, "You'd better search for it once again."

"It is indeed gone. I've placed it in a fixed place," I answered honestly.

The policeman looked at me and suddenly became serious. Then he said, "You don't have to act anymore. Roger has already confessed."

"What?"

I was confused.

The police told me that according to Roger, the reason why there was such an accident in Rosy's operation this time was that I had bribed him to deliberately make Rosy unconscious, saying that it would be best if Rosy would never wake up. Moreover, I had given him a bank card.

They checked the bank card and found that there were 500,000 dollars in it. And this 500,000 dollars was withdrawn from the bank card with a tail number of 7891.

At that time, hearing the police's words, I was stunned, "How could it be possible? I didn't!"

Seeing my reaction, the police wasn't surprised, "We have found a video that day, which showed that you called Roger to the corner of the staircase and gave him an envelope."

"My grandma asked me to give him the envelope!"

I was shocked!

I wondered how things could have turned out like this.

"Ms. Rosy is in a coma now. And she can't testify for you," said the police.

I was stunned for a moment.

After pondering on it for a long time, I said, "But, but I don't have any reason to harm my grandmother! Ever since I came to the Archer Family, the one who treats me best is my grandmother!"

The police asked, "But we heard that a few days ago, because your sister, Caroline, intended to jump off the building, Rosy forced you to leave Patrick, who was close to you and made him promise to marry Caroline. Is

that right?"

I nodded in a daze, "Yes."

"Won't you hold a grudge against her?"

"How is it possible?" I was stunned. "My grandmother treats me very well. In my eyes, she is my only relative in this world. How can I hate her? I will listen to whatever she says!"

I tried my best to defend myself.

However, in the eyes of the police, my words indicated that I seemed to be quibbling.

In the end, I was locked up by the police. But he said that I could let someone bail me out.

"Asking someone to bail me out?"

"Whom can I turn to?"

"Lisa? I remember that she just posted in her Facebook account today that she was in Dubai now."

"Who else could I turn to?"

Sitting in the guard room of the police station, I looked at the watch, which turned around little by little, on the wall outside the fence.

It was eleven o'clock in the evening.

When I thought I would be detained like this, the police came over and said to me, "Charlotte Archer, someone bailed you. You

can leave now."

"Who is it?"

I was so surprised. When I came to the door of the police station, I saw a man standing there in a light- colored suit under the somewhat cool moonlight.

When he saw me coming out, he waved to me.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.