Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 188

Seeing how Patrick looked at me now, I vividly realized that he indeed had killed my child!

I walked up to him, raised my hand, and slapped him in the face with my greatest strength!

"Bang!" I felt my hand going numb.

He was still looking at me. But he tilted his face a little.

After I finished slapping Patrick, he wasn't angry at all. Instead, he took my hand and said, "Does it hurt? If you calm down, take the medicine."

Looking at his nonchalant look, I felt cold in my heart.

I pulled out my hand and hid it behind my back. Then I looked at him, "Patrick Cowell, you, you don't want me to give birth to your child, do you?"

"How come you think so?" Patrick looked up at me, "I indeed want our child."

"Then why don't you believe the one in the video is not me?"

I yelled and asked him...

"Why don't you believe me? Why did you insist on taking my child away?"

Up to now, I couldn't believe what had happened. I, who was still immersed in the joy of my pregnancy, now had to admit that the child was gone!

Patrick lowered his eyes and hesitated for a moment before saying, "I watched the video later. I know all the characteristics of yours well. And the one in the video have all your characteristics... including the mole on the inner side of your thighs."

"What?"

Patrick's words stunned me.

That mole of mine was very secretive. I didn't expect that Caroline could even think of faking one there.

However, what benefits she could get behind the scene? Why did she do this? Did she just want Patrick to give up on me completely?

Patrick seemed to think that I was shocked. He reached out and took me into his arms as he comforted me, "It doesn't matter. We can take medicine together, starting from today. There are still 27 days left. And then we will wait for two months to confirm that we aren't ill. At that time, no matter how many children you want to have, I will let you have your way, okay?"

"Take the medicine together? I'm not ill at all. I'm not raped. Why should we take the medicine together?"

I wanted to get up from his arms. But he held me tight.

He said, "I know, I know, I know. Take it as my fault. To apologize to you, I will accompany you to take the medicine. And I will be obedient to you in the future, okay?"

"Are you wrong? How can you compensate me? Are you going to compensate me with my child?"

"Okay, I'll compensate you with a child in the future. I'll give you as many children as you want."

"No, I want the one you took away."

I knew it! I knew it!

From the beginning to the end, Patrick felt that I, who was unconscious, refused to accept the reality. So he made a decision for me.

But only I knew that the person in the video wasn't me.

"Why..."

"Why didn't he believe me?"

Patrick hugged me tightly, "Be good, be obedient. The child is gone. This is what I owe you. I didn't protect you well, getting you injured. It's all my fault. If you want to blame me, blame me. You can choose to stay with me for the rest of your life, to punish me and torture me. As long as you don't leave me, everything will be fine."

"Okay." I was in his arms with a bitter smile at the corner of my lips, "You can't go back on your words."

Thinking that I was obedient, Patrick finally relaxed me, kissed me gently on the top of my hair, and said, "I won't go back on my words."

Patrick asked the servant to help me take three more pills. And I pretended to drink them down.

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Saying that I wasn't feeling well, I went back to the room. The first thing I did was to go to the toilet to spit out three pills and flush them off.

I stood in front of the mirror and looked at the ugly me wearing a mask in the mirror.

I thought of the expression on Patrick's face which hadn't changed at all when he had looked at me...

"Does he love me?"

"He probably loves me a little." But he didn't trust me. After he killed my child, I could not treat him in any other way except for treating him as my enemy.

In the following week, Patrick worked from home. We took the medicine together once every 12 hours.

The first time when I took the medicine, I was in a coma for a whole day. So I took the antiexposure drugs for real the previous two times.

That was why I had felt uncomfortable after I had gotten up that day.

But after that, I didn't take the medicine. So I didn't feel uncomfortable anymore.

In contrast to me, Patrick was taking medicine seriously. The side effects of the anti- exposure drugs were becoming more and more obvious on him.

I saw him repeatedly going to the bathroom every day. He would fall when he walked. And he couldn't even eat anything every day. While resting in front of the computer, he would lean on the desk most of the time.

Seeing him like this, I couldn't help but feel distressed for him.

I wanted to tell him to stop taking the drugs.

But I knew that he wouldn't believe me.

I thought about escaping. However, over these days, Patrick's family, including the entrance of the elevator, were guarded by countless bodyguards.

Finally, a week later, because of Edwin's call, I could go to the hospital to change the medicine.

Of course, I was sent there by Patrick's car.

When I got there, Edwin asked a nurse to take off my mask and change the medicine. This time, I, who had been prepared in advance, brought a small-sized mirror with me.

The layers of gauze were removed. And I quickly took out the small- sized mirror, intending to see what my face looked like.

But when I picked up the mirror, I saw a piece of scarlet inside the mirror.

The skin was growing. However, because of the fact that the skin had been burned, the muscles on the left side of my face were deformed. And there was a distinct difference between the left side and the right side of my face!

Even my nose was a little sunken.

"Well..."

When the nurse came back with the medicine, she saw that I was holding a mirror. And she quickly grabbed it, "Oh, you are still recovering. Don't look at your face."

I looked at the nurse in a daze, "Can my face regain its original look?"

"Pretty close..."

When I finished asking the nurse, I heard the voice of Edwin behind me. I tilted my head slightly to look at him.

Edwin walked up to me and looked at me as if he had been used to my face, "I've done a check-up for you. You should be glad that this person probably failed to buy concentrated sulfuric acid. That's why she bought hydrochloric acid instead."

"Hydrochloric acid?"

"If it were sulfuric acid, your face surely wouldn't recover. And you would be always like this for the rest of your life. Although some of the muscles on your face are injured by hydrochloric acid, you are in a much better situation. You should be able to recover your face by 80 to 90 percent after a few times of plastic surgery." After a pause, Edwin said, "But it's impossible for you to recover your look before you were burned."

Edwin's words made me helpless as well as hopeful..

However, did Caroline fail to buy concentrated sulfuric acid?

I didn't believe it!

The person behind Caroline could find these foreign men and put a virus in my computer. And he/ she had calculated everything so accurately!

How could she/ he possibly fail to buy the concentrated sulfuric acid?

I felt more and more that this person was the scariest one.

He/ she seemed to always give me some hope in my despair.

He/ she wanted to destroy me. But she/ he didn't want to drive me to a dead end.

Who was he/she?

At the thought of the existence of this person and the fact that he/ she was going to do something against me, I felt creepy.

While Edwin was speaking, his cell phone vibrated in his pocket. He took it out, looked at it, and put it back into his pocket.

A glimmer of hope rose in my heart when I saw the cell phone!

I said to Edwin, "Doctor Edwin, can you lend me your cell phone for a while? I... I want to ask Patrick to help me buy something."