Such a Rude and Noisy Woman
Chapter 380 Hiram Woke Up (Part Three)

Hiram returned to his old aggressive self the moment he came to consciousness. Rachel took his hand off her wrist and put the bowl on the table before saying to him, "Stay here with you? I'd love to, but I think somebody will be unhappy if I do that." Lydia had done her best and took care of Hiram when he was in the coma. Rachel was pretty sure that Lydia would be mad at her if she'd stay because her secret plan would be ruined.

"Listen, Rachel, I don't give a damn on what others would think or say. I just want you to be here with me," Hiram said eagerly. There was nothing important than Rachel and their kids in his heart now.

Right at that moment, they heard the clear and lively voices of their twins approaching.

"Daddy! Mommy!"

Jonny and Joyce ran inside the room. Each one of them was holding a balloon of Sponge Bob in their little hands.

Rachel stood up right away and with her open arms welcomed them happily.

Standing by the door, Fannie silently watched the four of them. They were finally together and suddenly all kinds of positive feelings flooded her heart. She no longer joined them and quietly left the room. She had the idea of giving all the time to the joyous family. "Daddy, how are you feeling now? Can you go home with us since you've wakened up?" little Jonny asked as he leaned over to his father and held his hand.

Looking at the twins, Hiram cracked a smile on his pale face and gently squeezed his little boy's hand before replying, "I'm feeling good, buddy! I'll be home in a couple of days. Listen up here, please take care of your sister and your mom for me, okay?" "Daddy! I'm missing you so much! Can you hold me in your arms?" Joyce asked sweetly and grabbed the other hand of Hiram.

Rachel shook her head and smiled. She took Joyce's hands in her hands and said, "Listen, my sweetheart! Daddy's still hurting now. Although he's eager to hold you, you don't want him to hurt, right? Please wait for some time, okay?"

"Come here, my little princess!" Hiram said and reached out his hands to Joyce with a warm smile. Putting his hands around her shoulders, he patted tenderly and said, "Please give Daddy a couple of days. I'll try my best to recover quickly, and then I can hold you as long as you want!"

Joyce nodded her little head and asked surprisingly when she noticed the bandage on Hiram's shoulder, "Daddy, were you injured here? It must be painful, right?" Joyce asked successively.

"How did you get injured? Did you have a fight with the bad people?" Jonny asked curiously. He remembered the cartoons he'd watched and the picture of his daddy bravely fighting with the villains came to his little mind right away.

Hiram burst into laughter and gazed at his adorable kids. He confirmed, "Yes, Daddy had a fight with somebody bad, and to tell you the truth, I'll catch him and throw him into prison very soon."

"Okay, you two need to go home with your grandma now. Your daddy must take as much rest as he could. You've promised to listen to me before coming here, right?" Rachel said to them as she held them in her arms.

"Yes, Mommy! We'll keep our promise!" the twins replied with one voice.

After they said goodbye to Hiram, they left the private ward hand in hand with Rachel. She then asked Carl to drive the twins and Fannie back home.

Rachel didn't run into anyone of the Rong Family on her way back to Hiram's ward, and she didn't want to know why. Maybe they didn't want to disturb Hiram because all he needed now was a full rest.

When she returned to the room, she saw that Hiram was on his phone while lying on the bed.

She didn't want to interrupt him. Instead of walking to the bed, she went to the wardrobe to replace a set of clean clothes for Hiram.

"I'm fine. Okay, I got it," Hiram said on his phone. Then he hung up and put the phone on the nightstand. He lied flatly on his bed with knotted brows.

"What's up, honey? Is there anything wrong?" Rachel asked as she brought the clothes to him.

Hiram rubbed his brows and replied, "The police are running down Patrick now. Kun told me that he was involved in a gun smuggling and took heavy weapons with him when he left. But they didn't replace him. As if he vanished from the surface of this planet." Rachel was unfolding his clothes and paused for a while. She was about to tell Hiram that she saw Patrick the other day, but she tried hard to hold her words back.

She thought that she'd better not tell Hiram about it.

Since Patrick had promised her that he would leave her alone and would never show up again in front of her, it was unnecessary for her to tell Hiram about the whole thing.

Even if she told Hiram and they caught him, she didn't think it would do her and Hiram any good.

It was better for them to leave each other alone and live their own lives separately in peace.

"What are you thinking, sweetie? Don't tell me you're worried about Patrick?" Hiram suddenly asked and looked at her, frowning.

Rachel approached his bed, lifted his sheet away and put on his new shirt, saying, "My Mr. Wolf, I hated him so much after he shot you. I wanted him to go to hell. All I wanted is not to see him for the rest of my life!

I don't care where he goes or why the police are running after him. I don't want to know anything about him. I'll thank God if he'll never show up again in front of us."

She pulled his sleeve down and stopped talking.

Gazing at her placid bright eyes, Hiram nodded slightly and said, "Alright. But since he had broken the law, I don't think the police will let him go easily and he would be hiding from here to there for the rest of his life." Maybe Patrick would live a peaceful life in some countryside far away, but who knew?

"Can you get up? You need to change your pants," Rachel blurted and stared at him with a pair of clean pants on her hands.

Hiram couldn't help but laugh. He tried to get up but writhed because he accidentally pressed on his fresh wound.

"Stop it! Don't be a hero now! I'll change them for you," Rachel said and put her hands on his waist to remove his pants.

To her surprise, Hiram looked at her weirdly.

"Don't you look at me like that! I'm your wife. I'm supposed to take care of you when you're not able!" Rachel said in a hilarious but cute tone. She took his pants off without any hesitation and put the new pair on.

"I've just surmised that it feels great to get injured once in a while, for I don't think my wife will change my pants for me this sweetly," he said and laughed naughtily. He grabbed her hand and looked into her eyes passionately. He never thought that Rachel would do this for him one day.

Rachel felt her cheeks blushed and tried to take her hand back, but Hiram held them tightly. "You should take advantage of this time and have a thorough rest. You've been working so hard and never took a long vacation!" she said.

Hiram didn't reply and suddenly asked, "Why didn't you listen to me?"

"What?" Rachel responded surprisingly.

She raised her head to look at him and understood what he just asked.

"I don't want to lie to them and I don't want to lie to myself, either. You were shot because of me, and that was the truth," she said and bowed her head to look at his hand. Then she pulled the sheet on him and sat beside him.

"I knew it, but I had hoped that you could think in my shoe. If I didn't wake up yesterday, I believe that you and your mom had already been taken away by my father," Hiram said as he frowned.

He wanted her not to tell them the truth because he was afraid that his father would vent his anger on her. He would feel awful if he saw or heard that she was being blamed by his parents when he woke up.

"My stupid wife, just listen to me next time. Things are more complicated than you thought. If I didn't wake up in time, or if I don't wake up until tomorrow, I don't know what I'll do when you're not around. Maybe I'll lose my consciousness again and never wake up because of the shot and my broken heart!"

Hiram said with his eyebrows raised. He didn't threaten Rachel but he was just telling the truth. He might end up like that.

If he woke up and found that she was gone. Or, when they told him that no one knew why she left him. He really had no idea what he would do. He couldn't afford to lose her, not even thinking of it. ☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐