My billionaire husband spoils me too much
Chapter 261

Christina turned her head slightly and did not want to look at him.She did not shout anymore.Shefelt that she was always in such a mess in front of him.Neither of them spoke.Patrick glared at her fiercely, and his sharp eyes gradually became calm and gentle.Then he frowned and looked at her face thoughtfully.Soon, a nurse came over and asked, “What happened to the patient?”Only then did Patrick stand up.In the small and narrow ward, the incandescent light shone on him.He was tall and handsome.Then he turned to the nurse.“Call the doctor in"He ordered as soon as he opened his mouth.Perhaps it was because the dignity was in his blood, the nurse was afraid of him and noddedquickly."0.0K!" She ran out quickly.The nurse whispered to the doctor that the patient who had just arrived was not easy to serve andtold him to be careful.The handsome middle-aged doctor didn't take it seriously and just smiled gently.He looked as usual and he had a simple conversation with Patrick outside the door.After knowing about the situation, he first looked at the woman on the bed, and then went to thenext door to replace some medical supplies for treatment.Christina knew that a doctor had come in to look at her ankle injury.She was still lying on the bed, not caring about her foot injury at all.She kept staring at the pale ceiling in confusion.The doctor applied medicine to her foot, wrapped it in bandages, and said, “The injury is notserious, but she is very weak.She needs to get three IV bottles and stay in the hospital for the night.”The doctor's voice shocked Christina.She looked at him who was standing the end of the bed.The man in the white doctor's robe was not a stranger, but Director Ann.It was Director Ann, who called her this morning and opened her abdomen with a scalpel that day..."Why are you here?”"What the hell do you want? Who do you work for? What's your purpose?”Christina suddenly became furious and shouted hysterically at the gentle doctor, as if she wasfrightened and scared.She immediately propped up her upper body and wanted to get out of bedin a panic.She wanted to leave here immediately."What are you doing?”Patrick's voice was cold and harsh.He was very dissatisfied with her behavior.He grabbed her shoulder angrily and pushed her back tothe bed rudely.Christina leaned back and hit the headboard with the back of her head.Her eyes were glisteningwith tears at the pain.She still struggled, tried to get up, to get out of here, and to run away.“Patrick, you don't know what I've suffered alone.You don't have the right to criticize me.Youbastard, you bastard!”She couldn't help but cry.Director Ann, who was afraid that they would fight with each other, quickly stepped forward andadvised, “Stop arguing and calm down.”Patrick's face was gloomy.He stood at the head of the bed and pressed his big hand against her shoulders so hard that shecould not break free no matter how hard she struggled.Christina's cheeks were full of tears.She tried her best to push him away and struggled desperately.She hated this feeling.She could notescape.No matter how hard she tried, it was futile.Being controlled by others was terrible.She was frightened and uneasy all the time.“Patrick, don't make me hate you!"Her clear eyes looked at the man’s familiar face.The tears at the corner of her eyes made her as helpless as a child.“Don’t make me hate you.”She screamed, more like she was in despairl didn't know what to do: Patrick suddenly fell silent.His body was stiff.Looking at her like this, he felt as if his chest had been pounded heavily.It was very uncomfortable.Director Ann glanced at the bed, then lowered his head slightly, as if he could not bear to seeChristina like this, with mixed emotions in his eyes.The ward suddenly became eerily quiet.Finally, the footsteps faded away, then the deep, cold voice sounded, “She would stay in thehospital tonight.”

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