Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 405

Although Cussler's last sentence was just a joke, it reflected how rare Amelia's blood type was.

After putting down the report, Paisley shrugged to Patrick. "Sorry, our hospital can't provide the blood Miss Ramsay needs for the time being."

Patrick's eyes darkened, but he understood that there was no need for Paisley to lie to him.

Seeing that Patrick was so anxious that he became reticent, Paisley couldn't help but chuckle.

In his colder and colder stare, she managed fearlessly, "Come on, according to how worried you are now, is it that you will bring Miss Ramsay to the hospital to have a blood transfusion every time she has her period?"

As a simple man, Cussler almost fainted from coughing when he heard her words.

Patrick thought for a while and was still a little concerned. "Are you sure she'll be fine without a blood transfusion?"

Paisley almost broke her neck by so many nods. "Yes. What do I gain by lying to you? I do want to earn money for the hospital. But in her case, Miss Ramsay just needs to get more rest. After you go home, ask your housekeeper to cook more nutritious stew for her. In less than a month, I'm sure you will have your lively lover back."

Before Patrick could say anything, his cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang. He had always been a private person, so he answered the call after he walked out of the sight of Paisley and Lussier.

It was Jeremy. He expressed his concern for Amelia's injury on her foot first before inquiring, "Mr. Hopper, which hospital are you in? I'm going to visit Miss Ramsay."

Patrick moved his thin lips and told him the address. Finally, he said significantly, "Right, I need to speak to you, too."

Jeremy, who was still in the Scarlet, gave a cold shudder as an unstoppable chill ran down his spine.

"What? Her sole was stabbed by the broken glass?"

After hearing the news, both Jeremy and Tiffany looked incredulous.

Patrick was very dissatisfied with their skeptical attitude. "The incident happened in your company, and the embroidered shoe was also yours. Or, do you think Amelia is trying to blackmail you by getting hurt?" "Mr. Hopper, you misunderstood us. We definitely didn't mean that!" Tiffany replied instantly.

Jeremy followed, "Yes, we were wondering how the broken glass has fallen into the shoe!"

"I don't think it's just a coincidence..." Tiffany murmured.

Patrick fixed his dark eyes on Tiffany's face and said in a deep voice, "Gather all the people who have been in and out of the dressing room at that time. Then remove them one by one from the suspect's list. After that, we will replace the most suspicious person, won't we?"

Tiffany agreed, "After Miss Ramsay's injury, I immediately left all the staff in the dressing room for a smooth investigation. I'm going back to the company. Mr. Roland, please take care of Miss Ramsay." "Okay!" Jeremy replied seriously.

What Tiffany said just now was certainly a sign of Scarlet's sincerity. Even if Patrick was still annoyed, he felt compelled to hold the anger back.

After figuring out Amelia's

condition, Jeremy said sadly to Patrick, "I'm afraid that Miss Ramsay won't be able to get out of bed for a long time."

Patrick was disgusted with his ominous statement.

"She gets me. At least she has a crutch. How can she not get out of bed?"

Jeremy was dumbfounded, not because of Patrick's attitude, but him claiming that Amelia got him, which was rather horrifying. What on earth was the relationship between the two?

As for Tiffany, she had already driven all the employees in the dressing room to

the company's bus. Then she called two more police officers and headed to the hospital with them.

If anyone was watching, they would be able to spot a woman sitting behind with a complicated look that was different from others'.

Since Tiffany had brought at least a dozen people here, Paisley could only transfer Amelia to the general ward and temporarily lent her office to Patrick and others for talking.

Tiffany asked the twelve employees to stand in two rows and said to Patrick and Jeremy behind her, "Mr. Roland, Mr. Hopper, our employees are all here. And they are police officers I've invited here to assist the investigation."

Patrick glanced at the twelve people in front of him with his sharp eyes. After replaceing that one was avoiding his eye contact, he pursed his lips and pointed at him, commanding, "You. Step up."

The man who was pointed at looked as if he was going to faint. He said with a sad face, "You misunderstood. It was not me!"

Tiffany knitted her pretty brows. "Has Mr. Hopper said it was you?"

The logistics guy said, feeling so hapless, "I was responsible for Miss Ramsay's embroidered shoes. And I was also the one who put them on her feet. I could hardly help suspecting myself for doing it! But it really wasn't me! I have no grudge against her. Why would I stick a glass in her foot?"

After asking everyone, they all thought that the logistics guy was the culprit. But the logistics guy insisted he had not done it.

Tiffany rubbed her swollen forehead and said to Patrick, "Mr. Hopper, should the police officers take him to the station for questioning?"

Patrick was in no hurry to make a decision. "I would like to hear your opinions, sirs. Mr. Roland,

Miss Tiffany, please bring your employees and leave us alone."

"All right."

After the group had left, Patrick discussed something with the two police officers. Finally, the three looked at each other with smiles, as if they had reached some agreement. One minute later...

When the twelve employees reappeared in front of Patrick, they heard him ask seriously, "I'm giving you one last chance. Who or does anyone know who has hidden the broken glass in the embroidered shoes?"

Everyone shook their heads.

Patrick announced with evident regret on his face, "Alright. You've lost your chance to confess."

Everyone held their breath and waited for his final decision.

Patrick picked up a transparent bag with shards of glass from the table, handed it to Officer Whyet, and said, "The doctor has taken out the glasses from Amelia's foot. I'll have Officer Whyet bring it back to check the fingerprints. If any of you has touched it, there would be evidence left. I'll replace out if you have done the wrong thing after reading the reports! Now you can go back and wait for news." After hearing him, the crowd soon dispersed.

The two police officers exchanged meaningful looks with Patrick and left.

The office fell silent, but Tiffany could not calm herself down. She blamed herself, "It's all my fault. I should have installed cameras in the dressing room."

Since the dressing rooms were mostly used by female employees, to prevent perverts from peeping, Tiffany had long objected to setting up cameras there. As a result, they couldn't see the surveillance footage right now.