Spoil My Errant Wife (Patrick and Christina)
Chapter 49: Cold War

The phone rang over and over again, which seemed to be noisy in this quiet ward.

Cory looked at his phone with a complicated expression.

He knew that Carrie had called to ask him back....

But at this moment, he didn't want to leave.

"Cousin, didn't you come to C City just for your wedding? Remember to send me the invitation. My wife and I will be there on time..."

Patrick looked at him and said in a cold voice.

Cory's face darkened at his words.

"Cory, you should go back.' Christina was afraid that they would fight again like this morning.

In terms of fighting, Patrick could definitely cripple Cory if he got serious.

"What about you?" Cory asked with concern.

"What do you think I will do to her?"

Patrick was displeased at the way they cared about each other.

Then he sneered contemptuously, "People from the Dickens Family are in the parking lot. They'll come up later and I wonder if you want them to see you two here...'

Cory's face turned worried when he heard the Dickens Family people would come.

He looked at Christina and said quickly, "Christina, take care of yourself. Call me if you need anything.'

He didn't stay here anymore.

Their relationship was very complicated.

If there was any misunderstanding, it would directly affect their reputation.

When Christina saw him leave, she did not care.

With a gloomy face, she turned to walk straight to the hospital bed in a bad mood.

While Patrick stared at Cory's back with deep eyes, his right hand slightly clenched as if he was angry at something.

"Call me if you need anything..."

It echoed in Patrick's mind.

What he said was especially unpleasant to hear!

"Why didn't she call me if she needed anything? Why she had to look for Cory..." He thought.

People from the Dickens Family came to see Christina, but they found that Patrick's face was gloomy, as if someone had pissed him off.

"Christina, you should take care of yourself. You mustn't eat something you can't next time. Fortunately, the baby is safe."

Mrs.Dickens had recovered from high blood pressure, and now she was lecturing Christina loudly.

The old woman turned her head, her wrinkled old face with a fawning smile.

"Mr.Hopkins, Christina has been pampered by us since she was young. She is a little bit childish and not sensible sometimes. Please forgive her.She will definitely change..." Christina was judged as a worthless person.

She lay on her side in the hospital bed, facing them with her back, not even bothering to look at them.

Donald was forced to come over by Mrs.Dickens.

He just glanced at Christina on the bed.

It seemed that he was indifferent to whether she was seriously ill or not.

On the contrary, Donald's eyes occasionally fell on Patrick with deep thought.

"Christina, you must take care of yourself.I made you a boiled donkey-hide gelatin medicinal soup.I heard it's especially effective for stopping bleeding. You should eat some now."

As the daughter-in-law of the Dickens Family, Connie came with Donald.

With a concerned smile on her face, she put a ceramic pot on the table.

When Mrs.Dickens saw Christina lying on the bed, ignoring them, she was immediately displeased.

"How could you forget the most basic manners!"

If it weren't for Patrick's presence, she would have scolded her, suppressing her anger.

"Get up quickly and eat the soup that your mother cooked. It's important to care for the baby!"

Christina's face was dark and she was lying on her side on the bed, as if she didn't hear her grandma, refusing to move.

She would never eat the food that Connie made!

"She needs rest."

Patrick, who had been silent for a long time, looked at them and suddenly spoke coldly.

Obviously, it was an order to leave.

When the Dickens Family heard him, they didn't linger much.

After fake care, they left.

But in the end, Connie could not help but look at the silhouette of Patrick, feeling suspicious and afraid of him.

He asked Carrie to call Cory away, then personally called Mrs.Dickens and asked the Dickens Family to come to the hospital. Why did he do these strange things? "What exactly do you want to do?"

Patrick heard this question a few times today, but this time, it was Christina who asked.

The Dickens Family had already left, and the door of the ward had been closed, leaving only him and her in the room.

"Patrick, did you tell the Dickens Family to come over to disgust me?"

Christina looked at him with a cold face.

"How's your Miss Jones doing? Don't you need to be with her? What do you want to do here? Just shoot it!"

Her tone was cold and distant.

Patrick was standing by the bed, but she was lying flat.

His gaze was condescending, and Christina could clearly see the corner of his lips slightly pursed in an attempt to speak, but she waited for a few minutes, but the man remained silent. "Cory and I were locked in the ward last night, but we didn't do anything."

She thought that he had come here only to warn her and teach her a lesson.

It seemed reasonable for men to cheat on their wives and keep mistresses, and for women, it was dissolute to get close to other men.

How ridiculous.

At this moment, she did not hide her anger and looked at him with an angry face.

Patrick looked at her but did not speak.

Christina felt that he didn't believe her, and she grew angrier.

"Why should I explain! What he did with Cecilia." She shouted in her heart.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

She covered her head with the white sheet in the end. Thinking of Cecilia, she tightened her grip on the sheet.

"Name your price and abort the child"

"If Patrick wants a child. I'll have one with him."

"Even if you give birth to this bastard, I will abuse him."

That day in the dining room, Cecilia shouted arrogantly.

She wanted to refute, but those words were stuck in her throat.

There was a faint sadness in Christina's eyes as her right hand subconsciously stroked her abdomen.

After giving birth to the child, I must leave; she said to herself in her heart.

Mr.Hopkins should not let his great-grandson be bullied.

Thinking of the old man, Christina felt relieved as if she had found her hope.

She lifted the quilt over her head and was anxious to replace her cell phone.

Now she wanted to call him.

But as soon as Christina lifted the sheet, "Don't move."

There was a muffled voice above her head.

She was all tensed up and looked sideways at the man beside the bed. He hadn't left yet!

"The doctor said you have to stay in the hospital for a week,' Patrick's voice sounded a little strange as if he had deliberately calmed down his voice. "You can't get out of bed."

Christina withdrew her hand and stopped looking for her phone.

She lay back on her bed obediently.

Patrick looked at her for a long time and struggled.

She was not that obedient before! Inexplicably, he remembered what Charles had said.

Woman was such a creature.

If you didn't explain it to her clearly, she would imagine things.

All of a sudden, Patrick's expression was a little complicated.

In the end, he said a few words with difficulty and awkwardness, "I'm not the one who drugged you to make you bleed..."

"I know."

The woman on the bed replied coldly as if she didn't want to hear his voice.

Patrick was surprised and a little happy to hear her saying that.

"I didn't go to the hotel to see you that night because..."

Christina thought of the phone call and her face turned pale.

"I'm not interested in you two. Please shut up!"

She interrupted him with a cold face, grabbed the sheet, and wrapped herself up.

Patrick then fell silent.

Not long after, she heard the sound of his footsteps, and his clear and cold voice telling the nurse, "Take care of her."

The door of the ward was shut.

Christina heaved a long sigh as if his existence would bring a sense of oppression.

After this time, she became more and more aware of the gap between her and him.

And the thought that she had hidden in her heart that she should not have, were all cut off by her.

The disease of cervical polyps was not too serious, but pregnant women with this inflammation must be carefully treated.

Christina was very cooperative to take medicine.

After two days of treatment, she has obviously been better.

The doctor said that there was no need for surgery.

"I know.I'll go back after the hospital allows me in a few days..."

At around seven o'clock in the evening, Mr.Hopkins called her.

Christina was a little nervous at first, thinking that the old man would scold her.

Fortunately, he didn't.

Mr.Hopkins seemed to have known that her physical condition had stabilized, but he was in a good mood and asked if she was really pregnant with twins.

Christina rarely smiled at the mention of twins.

"Before, the embryo was too tiny to notice, but now it's confirmed to be twins. And the hospital confirmed that they are boys through the sex test of fetal amniotic fluid..."

It was not that Christina valued boys over girls, but that she grew up in the Dickens Family and knew that in the rich families, daughters were used as tools through marriage, and sons were the heirs that they focused on and cherished.

If they were boys, then at least the people of Hopkins Family would value her children, even if she couldn't be with them in the future...

Her eyes darkened at the thought.

On the other side of the phone, Mr.Hopkins was very excited.

Christina could hear him shouting at the butler through the phone.

"Christina is pregnant with twins. We can have two grandchildren in Hopkins Family by the end of the year.Hahaha..."

Christina was infected by Mr.Hopkins's joyful voice and a smile appeared on her lips.

"Miss Dickens, what makes you smile so happily?"

The nurse came in with the dinner.

"It's time for dinner"

"Eat more. Don't starve my grandchildren.' Mr.Hopkins vaguely heard that she was about to eat dinner.

After thinking for a while, he added, "Where's Patrick? What do you want to eat? Let that bastard buy for you..."

Christina was in a good mood.

When she heard the name Patrick, her face turned gloomy.

"I see," she replied sullenly and hung up.

Christina grabbed her chopsticks and was about to eat, but when she opened the lunch box, she saw eggs fried shrimp, fried pork liver, and spinach.

They were all good for her body, but all on her blacklist.

For my children.

I must do my best to get rid of the habit of being picky about food? She picked up a piece of pork liver and stuffed it into her mouth angrily, She chewed it expressionless and really wanted to spit it out.

The nurse was surprised to see that Christina was in pain as she was taking poison, and she only ate prawns of the fried prawns with eggs, purposely picking the eggs off with chopsticks.

"Miss Dickens, is there a problem with these dishes?" The nurse asked.

Christina blushed.

"I..." She was embarrassed.

"She's picky and doesn't eat eggs."

Outside the room, a deep and clear voice came.

Christina's face darkened as she looked at the door.

"Why is he here again?"