Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 185

After Patrick hung up the phone, I controlled my emotions and asked him, "What's wrong?"

Patrick looked at me and frowned. After a moment of silence, he shook his head, "Nothing."

"No, something is wrong."

Patrick surely was a poker- faced person when he was at work.

But at this time, he couldn't even control his emotions.

In that case, it meant that this matter was a serious one.

I reached out my hand, put my hands around Patrick's waist, and pressed my face against his lower abdomen, "Tell me the truth. I'm not afraid."

Patrick was silent for a while. And he told me, "The police said that they found the bodies of those foreign men by the river in the suburbs." Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

"Are they dead too?" I almost couldn't believe it. Tears had soaked the gauze on my face.

But I couldn't help crying.

"Don't be afraid. Even if we don't have a child, we can have another one. As long as you're alive, everything will be fine." Patrick patted my back.

I knew that he was just like me at this time and that he had been prepared for the worst.

But I was indeed so scared.

I looked up at him, "Patrick Cowell, do you think Caroline Archer has the ability to do so? Someone that is more powerful than her surely is behind this. No matter what his purpose is, it can't be denied

that he is indeed powerful. If we don't find him, he will target me again next time. What should I do then?"

Patrick's expression didn't change at all when he heard what I had said.

I knew that he had long thought of this point.

Patrick patted the back of my head, "I will protect you. And I won't let anyone hurt you."

"How can you protect me? Do you want to lock me up in the room all the time and forbid me to go anywhere?"

When I said that, Patrick was silent.

I knew that I was right.

In fact, I had been with Patrick for a long time. Now he said that he loved me. So he tried his best to be good to me.

But if he became extreme and tried to control me, he could do anything to me.

"Patrick Cowell, let me go. I don't deserve you."

I didn't want to bet on my child again.

What's more, I had long decided to give up on him.

Patrick didn't say anything. And he just hugged me.

It was almost 20 p.m. by the time we finished dinner.

Edwin came again, "Have you thought about it? The miscarriage can be done later. But it is recommended that the anti-exposure drugs should be taken immediately. The risk will increase after the deadline of 24 hours."

I hesitated.

Putting my hand on my belly, I thought to myself, "Is this child going to leave me again?"

Less than 10 hours had passed ever since I knew its existence.

Knowing that I was hesitant, Patrick walked over, grabbed my hands, and said gently, "If this child is gone, we can have another one. But if you do get sick, you will never be able to recover for the rest of your life. Then, you will never be able to have another child in your lifetime."

He was right.

"But..." I looked up at Patrick, "I don't want to part with this baby."

How could I be willing to give up the baby?

Patrick's black eyes were full of sadness. But he was comforting me, "For our future child, I promise, I promise that he will come to this world safely and grow up healthily, okay?"

"But..."

"Miss Archer, make a decision quickly. Alas! Now, you aren't competing with time but death. You can have another child as long as you want to in the future."

Edwin also advised me.

Perhaps being alive meant there was hope.

Watching the time passing by minutes and seconds, I finally made up my mind, "Okay."

Upon hearing my agreement, the two men next to me heaved a sigh of relief. Then Edwin said quickly, "I'm going to prescribe some anti-exposure drugs. You should just wait here."

In less than twenty minutes, Edwin brought over the anti-exposure drugs.

Staring at the three pills in front of me, I actually felt a little discouraged.

At this time, Patrick received a text message. He looked at me and said, "Take them. When the foreign men were autopsied, according to the results, one of them did have HIDS."

"Do I have to take the drugs?"

I looked at the three pills and knew that as long as I took them, the baby would be gone.

However, Carolin was right. One of those foreign men indeed had AIDS...

She was so cruel. If I were sick, I might never have a baby in my life.

When I made up my mind and intended to take the pills...

Patrick's cell phone rang again!

I took a look at the caller ID. It turned out to be a call using the Internet!

"Could it be Malcom?"

I looked at Patrick excitedly as if I had caught the last life-saving straw!

Patrick hesitated for a moment and picked up the network phone. It turned out that it was indeed Malcom who was calling him. Patrick put the video call on.

Seeing this, Edwin said, "Alas. I'll go out first. I'll come back in half an hour. This can't be delayed any longer."

When Edwin walked outside, Malcom said, "Mr. Cowell, when I was checking this computer, the virus file unexpectedly sent another video. I think... it's necessary for you to have a look at it."

"Okay."

Patrick immediately agreed.

I was anxious as well!

Ned switched to the computer screen with the network phone and started to play the video on the computer. With a glance at the video, I was stunned!

On the screen of the computer, "I", who was completely naked, was being raped by five foreign men around me.

Moreover, the video was very clear. And the details of the rape could be clearly seen.

On the other hand, in the video, "I" was in a coma with my eyes closed.

Staring at the screen closely, I seemed to have seen some clues...

"Crack!" Patrick turned off the screen immediately!

"Alas!" I looked up and wanted Patrick to turn on the video, only to find that although he had no expression on his face, he got an oppressive and gloomy aura around him.

He picked up three pills, picked up the water on the side, and handed it directly to me, "Hurry up and take them!"

His tone was very bad.

Although I didn't see the video clearly just now, I realized something...

"It's not me in the video just now. It's Caroline Archer!"

Although the person in the video had the same hairstyle and hair color as me, it was Caroline Archer!

I suddenly remembered that Caroline was wearing a wig at that time. When I took off her wig in the middle, she was wearing a hairnet. The hair in the net seemed to be black.

"Could it be that she had long been ready to take this video?"

"I know you can't accept it. But I can still tell you and her apart." Patrick's tone was firm and decisive.

I was anxious as I said, "Can you tell me and her apart? Can't I even tell myself apart from her?"

Patrick looked at me and seemed to realize that his tone wasn't good. Then he took a deep breath and lowered his voice, "I know you can't accept it. But I don't mind it. We have long days ahead in the future. You are Mrs. Cowell. And we can have many children in the future. No matter how many children you want to deliver, we will have as many children as you want, okay?"

After he said that, he wanted to hold my hands.

"No. Don't!" I quickly withdrew my hands, jumped out of bed, and tried my best to explain to him, "That person is indeed not me. Please believe me!"

"I'm not raped. I can't get sick. I don't want to kill my child!"