Spoil My Errant Wife (Patrick and Christina)
Chapter 68: I'll Leave

"Hopkins Family seems to have changed a lot this year..."

The butler chuckled as he took a plate of fruit and approached them.

Mr.Hopkins looked at the piano on his left and then turned to look at Christina, who was drinking juice in a huff.

Old Master seemed to be in a good mood.

He laughed heartily.

"When Christina gives birth to the child, the Hopkins Family will be more different.Hahaha..."

"When the baby is born, I will leave!"

Christina did not know why the old man was smiling so happily. Anyway, she was very unhappy now.

"Ma'am, please don't drink too much juice now. Dinner is coming."

The butler said as he turned to walk towards the east villa.

Mr.Hopkins suddenly shouted, "Christina, go and get that bastard over for dinner"

Christina was stunned and looked very reluctant.

Why? The last thing she wanted to see right now was the cold-faced man! As soon as Patrick came back, he went to the study on the second floor.

The lock on the door here was custom-made.

There were many documents and materials stored here, which he did not want others to know about.

Looking thoughtfully at the fifth row of bookshelves, he remembered that Christina said she had entered his study.

Did she see those documents? How dare she sneak in! He really underestimated her.

Patrick was a little angry, but he wasn't so furious...

What could he do with her? As long as he started to scold her, she would keep a straight face and retort him! Suddenly, Patrick felt that Charles was right. Women shouldn't be spoiled, or they would become more unscrupulous! He didn't want her to be afraid of him, but he wanted her to be more obedient. What a contradiction! Patrick sat on his desk chair, his brows suddenly furrowed, his elbows resting on the glass table, and his right hand clutching his head.

It hurt.

He lowered his head and smiled bitterly for no reason. He was not sure which caused him to be uncomfortable, Christina or the fever.

Patrick seemed to be in great pain. He pulled a few strands of his short black hair off and suppressed the pain.

"Mr.Hopkins, do you want to call a doctor?"

The bodyguard on the side hesitated for a long time before he dared to speak. Patrick never liked to be interfered with, including when he was unwell. "Continue to send more people to investigate the identity of that man. Report any news immediately..."

Patrick did not raise his head and ordered in a cold, deep voice, "Get out!"

He often had migraines, but he could handle them.

After he left the hospital today, he met Cory, who said, "You don't really know Christina. You can't even replace out who saved her..."

Patrick admitted that he was inexplicably agitated because Cory said, "don't know her".

So he was eager to replace out the identity of the man. The two bodyguards in the study respectfully walked out.

He adjusted his breathing slightly, lowered his eyes, and continued to review the documents on the table.

Even his breath was hot, but he still had a lot of work to do.

There were more than a dozen expedited group final judgment documents, as well as the Preston Family case proposal, and...

His eyes suddenly darkened and he fixed his gaze on the medical record report with the conspicuous blue logo at the bottom, which was sent by the famous American medical institution. This was last week's report, and he had been reading it carefully every week since six years ago.

He picked up the medical record report, which was only six pages long.

He felt it heavy.

Her eyes were fixed on the documents and he read them word by word...

Allofasudden, he slapped the documents back onto the table, frowning and leaning back weakly against the chair, his head half raised, his face pale.

It seemed that he was trying to endure a sharp pain.

He was panting with his eyes closed and his chest heaved, trying to ease the discomfort.

Although there was no one else in the room, he still didn't allow himself to act like an incompetent weakling.

There were still many things to do, and some people needed him...

"Ma'am, sir is working inside..."

"Grandpa asked me to come over!"

Christina didn't want to be here at all.

Just then, a small sound came from outside the door, so Patrick suddenly opened his eyes.

He looked at the monitor screen on the left wall immediately.

It was her outside the study.

The migraine was torturing him.

No matter how much he tried, he could not hide the pallor on his face.

"Ma'am, sir told me that no one could enter."

The bodyguard repeated seriously.

The bodyguards were trained by Patrick in the United States and had little to do with the Hopkins Family. Therefore, they would only show proper respect to Patrick and Christina, but would not listen to them.

Christina's face was darkened.

She knew that Patrick's men had the same bad temper as their master.

When she got back in the car, what Patrick said had already upset her.

Her grandfather forced her to come over and call him for dinner, but she was given a cold shoulder.

Christina was petty and decided to turn around and leave.

"Why does she come here?"

Suddenly, the bodyguard's tiny headphones made some noise. The two bodyguards outside the door subconsciously held their headphones in their right hands. Just now, they heard Patrick's words clearly and looked suspiciously at a surveillance camera overhead.

They thought that Patrick should have seen her coming.

Christina noticed that they were holding the tiny earphones by their ears with their right hands.

She hesitated and stared at them.

The two bodyguards looked at each other, and when they looked at her again, they asked carefully.

"Ma'am, what are you doing here?"

Christina did not answer immediately.

She frowned at them, raised her head, and looked around the ceiling.

Sure enough, she found a monitor.

Her eyes were fixed on the monitor above her head, and her face was grim.

She let out a loud roar without suppressing her discontentment.

"Grandpa asks you to have dinner together!"

She knew that he could see her.

But Christina became even angrier for no reason.

She just came to look for him.

But he asked the bodyguards to pass on the message.

He was so superior.

The man in the study was stunned as he didn't expect her to yell directly at the monitor, while the woman on the screen looked straight at the camera with her clear eyes.

Christina had a pair of beautiful and clear eyes.

Her personality was also straightforward and simple.

He could tell at a glance that she was in a bad mood.

"I don't want to eat." Patrick said five simple words to the communicator.

The bodyguard didn't replace it strange, because apart from having to eat with the old man for breakfast, Patrick spent more time eating by himself.

Christina's face turned livid and then darkened when she heard what he said.

She stopped repressing her unhappiness and yelled at the monitor, "Patrick, grandpa is waiting for you!"

"You always concentrate on your own work. Have you ever thought that grandpa is always waiting for you to have a meal together as he looks at a table of cold dishes? You have people waiting for you now. But how about tomorrow, the day after tomorrow. He's already 80 years old, so how many years can he have..."

"Forget it.People like you will never understand the feelings of others waiting for you!"

Christina was so angry that she turned around and strode off.

The two bodyguards outside the door were stunned.

How dare she curse Mr.Hopkins...Looking at Christina's angry back, no one came forward, only to hear her stomp heavily on the floor...

The man in the study had a rather dull face and slightly widened eyes.

He was somewhat shocked.

Christina had been so bold in front of him a few times before, but it was not the same as the previous complaints.

This time, she seemed especially angry.

He looked up at the clock on the wall.

It was exactly 7:15 pm, the time for dinner at the Hopkins Family.

He looked down at the medical record report from the United States and couldn't concentrate.

"People like you will never understand the feelings of others waiting for you!!"

Her words echoed in his ears.

Patrick closed his eyes and was very upset.

He suddenly got up from his chair and went straight to the door.

When he held the doorknob, he remembered something.

He pursed his lips and murmured, "I've been waiting for you for six years..."

He lowered his eyes thoughtfully.

"Where's Patrick?"

Christina returned to the main house in a huff.

When the old man in the hall saw that her face was darkened, he knew what had happened.

"Let's eat," the old man said to the housekeeper beside him in a deep voice.

In fact, Mr.Hopkins was not as miserable as Christina thought.

The old man already knew Patrick's temperament.

Unless it was a special day, his unfilial grandson was too lazy to pay attention to him.

She was very angry because she recalled that after she married into the Hampton Family, every day, she waited for Cory to come home to eat like an empty widow.

"Why was I so stupid before?"

However, during her three years of marriage with Cory, she mistook Cory for her savior.

She didn't know if it was love or not.

She only knew to treat him well and be obedient to him.

Then she thought about the cold-blooded Patrick.

"What a horrible man!"

All men were hateful.

Christina's face was darkened and she angrily cursed.

As she sat down at the table, the maid served her the tasteless nutritious meal she hated the most.

She stared at the bowl of so-called nutritious porridge.

She knew that the old man was going to "torture" her in order to make her have a healthy and chubby grandchild.

However, for the sake of the child's health, she did not dare to resist.

Christina became more and more indignant.

She grabbed the spoon and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Eat slowly.' Mr.Hopkins, who was sitting opposite her, wanted to speak, but he raised his head in surprise.

Some emotions flashed in his eyes.

When Christina heard this low voice, she subconsciously raised her head.

When she saw Patrick, she choked and coughed in surprise.

"Focus!" He looked at her disheveled face and complained.

As he spoke, he handed her a clean handkerchief to her lips.