Spoil My Errant Wife

Chapter 39: Pain 

"Why can't I play the piano in front of Patrick?"

Christina did not expect that Mr.Hopkins had actually ordered someone to buy a piano and asked her to play a cannon.

She thought she played well, but the butler on the side was nervous.

The butler looked a little embarrassed.

"Because Patrick hates..."

"Why can't Patrick's birthday be celebrated? The Hopkins Family doesn't celebrate the Lantern Festival?"

Christina looked at the butler curiously.

"This, this is actually..."

The butler's voice was muffled.

"Are you very concerned about that bastard?"

Sitting in the middle of the sofa, Mr.Hopkins took a sip of tea, put down the white jade teacup, raised his eyebrows, and asked back.

Christina looked a little awkward and immediately denied, "No"

"Ma'am, Patrick doesn't like others to interfere..."

The butler sighed as he spoke.

"Keeping me in dark, poker face."

Christina immediately muttered in a low voice.

Mr.Hopkins felt the same way and cursed angrily, "I don't know his bad temper inherited from who.Putting a poker face all day."

"Old man, that's not what you used to say..."

When the butler saw that the two of them were on the same page, he couldn't help but laugh, then picked up a photo album and handed it to Christina.

Christina took the photo album, opened it, and glanced at it casually.

She couldn't help but be surprised.

"This kid is Patrick!"

In the photo, a little boy about three years old, dressed in a light blue sailor suit and wearing a small- cap, obediently stood at the entrance of a private kindergarten.

He had a tender, fair face, bright eyes and smiled shyly at the camera.

Christina was a little excited.

She grabbed the photo album and took a closer look.

"Is this really Patrick's, that poker face?"

The boy in the photo album was so cute and adorable, how could he...

Seeing Christina so excited, the butler could not help but sigh, "Patrick was very quiet when he was a child, but then he was kidnapped..."

At this point, Mr.Hopkins looked at the butler with a serious look in his eyes.

The butler immediately shut up and dared not speak.

Christina's eyes flashed with astonishment as she looked at Mr.Hopkins.

She kept asking carefully, "Grandpa, was Patrick kidnapped?"

Kidnapping a child from a rich family was an occasional piece of news, but this one didn’t seem like a normal kidnapping.

Mr.Hopkins did not answer her, but looked up at the black grand piano opposite him, his dark eyes suppressing a painful memory.

The butler looked at Christina and said slowly, "Ma'am, don't blame Patrick for being too cold.He just hid too many secrets..."

"Maybe someday he'll tell you."

Christina heard him say that and did not ask.

It was just...

Maybe there was no such a day because she would leave the Hopkins Family after giving birth.

Thinking of Patrick, Christina felt a little depressed.

Looking at the antique clock on the left, he got up from the sofa and said to Mr.Hopkins, "Grandpa, I'm leaving now..."

"Where do you want to go?"

Charles drove to the airport, looked at the man in the back seat, and asked.

"Go back to the Hopkins House.'' Patrick had just gotten off the plane, and there was a sense of weariness between his brows.

He looked sideways at the speeding scenery through the car window, his expression somewhat thoughtful.

The car drove smoothly.

Charles looked back and noticed Patrick's absent-mindedness.

Every time Patrick asked him to pick him up, he must be in a bad mood.

Charles immediately thought of Christina.Did that woman provoke him again?

"Patrick, actually, I took Christina to the Fire Club that day.She didn't..."

Charles was being a peacemaker and took the blame.

"Am I harsh on her?"

Patrick suddenly interrupted him with a cold voice.

When Charles heard his question, he raised an eyebrow and did not know how to answer it.

Patrick, who had always been indifferent to anyone, suddenly asked if he was being too harsh on a woman, which was really strange.

"Patrick, I heard that you almost got into a car accident..."

Charles suddenly asked curiously, "Did you know Christina before?"

Patrick seemed really nervous that day.

Patrick narrowed his eyes and stared out of the car window...Charles shut up when he saw him being like this, but...

"Patrick, you may not know much about women.For women, they know your feelings only when you tell them in words." Mr.Shepherd said in a serious tone.

Patrick should be concerned about her, but he was cold and used to commanding people, and he probably didn't understand how to care about women.

"Well, you know her very well!"

Patrick's face was cold and he suddenly turned to look at him.

Charles heard his displeased tone, weakly distancing himself.

"No, I don't."

Since the Lantern Festival, Patrick had gone to Paris on a business trip for five days.

He had rushed back because his grandpa asked him to attend the class every Sunday.

But today, he rushed home and found the other person absent.

"Where is she?"

Patrick returned to the Hopkins Family, looked at the old man leisurely trimming the potted plants in the back garden, and asked, suppressing his anxiety.

Mr.Hopkins put his potted plant back on the shelf.

As if he didn't hear Patrick's question, he turned to look at Charles.

"How's your grandfather?"

"My grandfather is in good health.Thank you."

Charles immediately replied respectfully.

Patrick frowned impatiently and stepped forward.

"Where did she go?" He repeated.

"How are your father and mother?"

Mr.Hopkins looked at Charles and continued to ask leisurely.

Charles's forehead was sweating a little, and under great pressure, he whispered, "My parents have been on a trip to Europe recently.Everything is fine.Thank you for your concern."

"How are your three brothers these days?"

Mr.Hopkins kept asking him.

Charles's face was twisted.

The old man clearly didn't want to talk to his grandson.

Why did this old man take him as a shield? He looked up at Patrick, who looked really angry.Patrick turned and yelled at the bodyguard behind him.

"Where's she? Where did she go? I told you to follow her all day!"

"Do you think she is a dog and needs you to send someone to walk her every day?" Mr.Hopkins suddenly snorted.

"She's pregnant..."

Patrick looked at his grandfather with a complicated expression.When he came back, Christina was gone!

"Do you care about the child in her belly, or do you care about her?"

Mr.Hopkins raised his eyebrows and glared at his arrogant grandson.

Then he added coolly, "I don't think you care about her.You even had sex with that Cecilia in the car.How can you care about your wife and your child..."

The two men did not like each other, and their relationship was tense. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

The rest innocent outsiders were nervous.

The butler sighed helplessly.

"Patrick, Mrs.Dickens was sent to the hospital this morning with a sudden high blood pressure, so Young Madam rushed back to C City..."

Patrick's face was complicated.

Christina did go back to C City.

She went straight to the hospital to visit her grandmother.

The old woman was asleep in the ward, and she didn't go in to disturb her since she was accompanied by a nurse.

She thought she should visit again tomorrow.

She hated the Dickens Family.

Besides her aunt Betty, Christina felt that she had no other family.

But she was a soft-hearted person, and her grandma was eighty years old, and those things that she hated had passed for so many years...

Every time she went back to C City, she felt a little sad.

Everyone had their own secrets, the pain that they didn't want to say, hidden in the bottom of their hearts...

She suddenly remembered Patrick.

A man like Patrick must have a lot of past that he didn't want to talk about.

Maybe he would talk to his beloved Miss Jones.

It wouldn't be her anyway.

Christina arrived in C City around 3 pm.

It was still early.

She didn't want to stay in the hotel, so she called a taxi and went for adrive.

Suddenly, she saw a familiar figure, and she was startled.

"Stop the car!"

She asked the driver to roll down the window and squinted at an alley on the left...

There were two women arguing fiercely over there, and one of them was Cecilia.

Christina looked confused.

‘It is Cecilia? Why would she…”

"You have the wrong person!"

There was a quarrel in the alley.

"Maria, Maria, I know it's you.Where have you been all these years? Do you know how worried I am..."

"I told you.I'm not! I'm not Maria.My name is Cecilia now.I'm a superstar.I won't come back to live a poor life with you.Don't come to me anymore."

The middle-aged woman was pushed violently and fell to the ground in the narrow alley.

The woman tried to run after her, but she sprained her ankle and had tears all over her face.

She could only shout at the figure running away in front of her, "Maria..."

"Sophie, are you okay?"

Christina got out of the car and rushed over to help the woman.

Sophie looked at the disappearing figure at the end of the alley and couldn't stop crying.

She raised her right hand and wiped her tears.

"Christina, I'm fine.Thank you."

Christina knew this woman because she was the owner of the milk tea shop.

Christina used to work part-time in her shop.

She helped Sophie back to the milk tea shop.

Christina thought for a while and couldn't help but ask, "The one just now...’’

Sophie sat in her chair and looked at Christina's face with complicated eyes.

"She's my daughter,’’ she said in a choked voice.

‘Cecilia is Sophie's daughter?’ Christina was shocked.

"Is that possible that you mistake her?"

Charles said that Cecilia was adopted by a couple in Canada when she was a baby...

"My daughter suddenly ran away from home six years ago and she has never contacted me since then.I raised her.Even if she had plastic surgery and had a different face, I could still recognize her!" Sophie's voice was a little excited.

"Six years ago?" Christina was deep in thought.

"Six years ago, you happen to do a part-time job in my store,'' Sophie looked at Christina's face, with a complicated expression and whispered.

"At that time, there was a man..."