Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 426

Shelton seemed to be surprised at my decisiveness.

He looked at me and was stunned for a moment. Finally, he smiled gently and said, "Go ahead, I know that I can't keep you."

I slightly bowed and said, "Thank you."

Then, I turned around and left.

I did not look at Shelton again.

Although I didn't hate him, I couldn't forgive him for what he did.

I walked to the door of the emergency room and found the lights inside were still on.

I sat there, recalling what had just happened. Then I felt a little scared. If Patrick were going to die...

In that case, it would be very difficult for me to continue being alive.

But I would not die. I would bring Glenn up and would accompany Patrick then.

As time went by, I didn't know how long I had been sitting outside. Later, I fell asleep leaning against the wall because I was too tired.

I didn't open my eyes until I heard some sound.

A large grey-and-white coat slipped down from me as I get up.

I took a look at the familiar coat, and soon I knew who its owner was.

By the time I turned my head, I saw several doctors and nurses pushing a bed away.

I caught up with them and saw Patrick lying on the bed, with a suspended IV bottle on the side. I was a little nervous. "Doctor, how is he?"

The doctor took a look at me, and there was something in his eyes that was very inscrutable. "Are you his wife?"

"I... I am."

I hesitated for a moment, but I finally admitted it.

I thought if I denied it, the doctor might not tell me Patrick's condition.

There was a hint of pity on the doctor's face when he heard that. "It's too late. He probably won't be able to stand up for the rest of his life."

"What?"

I got a big shock from these words!

What did that mean?

"Is Patrick going to sit in a wheelchair for the rest of his life?"

How could this be!

Immediately, I caught up with the doctor and said to him, "Doctor, you're not kidding me, right? Why, why won't he stand up?"

"Well, it's hard to say. It may be temporary, or it may be forever. Let's wait for his recovery and see if he can have an operation." The doctor's face was full of apologies. The hospital bed was pushed to an elevator, the doctor stopped me and said, "We still need to do some examinations. Please go back first, and I will inform you tomorrow when we transfer him to the ward."

I stood at the door of the elevator, and my mind was in a mess.

Patrick would not be able to stand up for the rest of his life?

He was such a proud person. If he knew this, he would be greatly frustrated and would definitely not be able to accept it...

I looked at my watch. It was already two o'clock in the middle of the night.

The Cowell Family would definitely come tomorrow morning. I looked terrible now. I have to go back and wash up.

Fortunately, when I went down the mountain, I brought my bag with me.

I took a taxi home, and went to bed directly, doing Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

nothing.

Today, I was worn out. I exhausted all my strength to pull Patrick before could contact the ambulance.

When I woke up, it was already nine o'clock in the morning.

I had asked for leave from Nancy yesterday as I anticipated that I would spend the night in the mountain.

But I was still in a hurry when I see the time!

Yesterday, I forgot to tell the doctor not to tell Patrick about his legs for the moment. If Patrick knew about this, he would not be able to bear it.

What if Patrick had waked up?

I didn't care about anything else. I didn't even have time to put on makeup after washing my face. I went to the hospital in a hurry after changing my clothes!

However, when I arrived at the reception and asked about Patrick, The receptionist helped me check the information on the computer. Then she shook her head and said, "This patient is transferred to another hospital today." "Transferred to another hospital? Where did he go?" I asked.

I was dazed for a moment!

The nurse shook her head again. "This information has been encrypted. I can't see it."

Encrypted?

Usually, the information about the patients' transfer was open to the public. There wasn't anyone else they wanted to keep this information from, except me.

After all, even if the Cowell Family wanted to keep it from Shelton, they couldn't. Otherwise, in medical treatment, it was easy for Shelton to know anything.

How could I know where Patrick had been transferred?"

When I was at a loss, a white card was placed next to me by a hand with long fingers. Then, I heard Shelton's gentle voice coming from behind me, "Transferred here."

I took a look at the card, which had an address written on it.

I looked back at Shelton, and my mood was a bit complicated.

He had a soft smile on his face. His expression was the same as I had seen before. There was no other way. I could only choose to believe in him.

I picked up the card and whispered, "Thank you.”

Then, he turned around and left.

According to the address on the card, I found out that the Cowell Family had transferred Patrick to the affiliated hospital of City Y Medical University.

Calen also worked in this hospital.

Realizing this, I was quite relieved. After all, Calen was Patrick's friend. Since Patrick trusted her, I naturally trusted her as well.

I went there, asked the receptionist, and got Patrick's ward number smoothly.

I got to the inpatient department, went up to the 29th floor by the elevator. I could see the furniture inside the first room through the glass on the door.

The wards of the affiliated hospital of the university were not large nor well furnished as in the Holy Spirit Hospital, which with superior rooms for rich men.

Although it was the senior ward area, the ward was only a simple private room with a very small area. There was only a bed and a small sofa for two people, and even a tea table couldn't be put down.

I hadn't found Patrick according to the bed number given by the receptionist, I saw the door of a ward was opened, and a middle-aged woman came out of it.

It was Melissa.

Melissa raised her head and saw me. Her expression, which was a little worried and sad, became even worse.

She took a look into the ward, then quickly walked to me, took my arm, and pulled me in the opposite direction.

I didn't resist.

She pulled me to the door of the elevator and said, "Janetta, I know that it was you who saved Patrick, but if it wasn't because of you, he wouldn't have gone up the mountain. Anyway, you were the one who caused this disaster!"

"Melissa, I..."

"Stop it." Melissa did not wait for me to finish my words and said, "I had found a fortune-teller to tell you and Patrie's fortune and marriage before. At that time, the fortune-teller said that you two have mismatched birthday times, and your fortune would harm Patrick's. At that time, I didn't quite believe it. Now it seems that it's true!"

As Melissa stood there and spoke, she labeled me as a sinner.

"Mismatched birth times?"

It's the 21st century, and I didn't expect to hear such words of superstition.

However, Melissa said it, and from her expression, I could see that she believed in this.