My billionaire husband spoils me too much

Chapter 80

"Get out."

"Get out, Carrie. I don't want to see you."

Late at night, impatient roars came from the brightly lit VIP ward.

"I'm your wife now. You're hurt. I should stay with you," the woman said in a low, aggrieved voice. She

looked at the man on the sickbed and raised her voice as she bit her lips. "Christina has married

Patrick. Don't go against him. Patrick is too cruel. He can do anything horrible..."

With a click, the door was suddenly opened, and Carrie turned around subconsciously, her face turning This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

white.

It was Patrick.

How could he come here...

Cory, who was on the bed, was startled to see Patrick's sudden appearance. Then he sat up angrily

and was about to rush to the door...

"Cory, you're injured. You can't move."

Carrie looked flustered and walked to the sickbed, pressing his shoulder to stop him.

Laurie, who was near the door, also rushed over and tried to dissuade him. "Cory, you have to take

care of yourself."

"Get out."

"All of you, get out!" Cory held back his anger and scolded angrily.

Laurie looked at him as he was covered in white gauze. She couldn't bear to see it. After hesitation,

she said. "Mom will go outside first. Remember to call me if you need anything..."

As she said this, she pulled a long face and vented her anger on Carrie. "I told you. You are not

qualified to be the daughter-in-law of the Hampton Family. Cory was hurt and you came here to piss

him off."

Carrie was too scared to say a word and followed Laurie out.

As they passed by the door, the expressions on their faces became more complicated. The sounds of

Laurie's footsteps were heavy and loud as she suppressed the anger in her heart while Carrie lowered

her head even more.

The door was closed.

The ward was very spacious, and the night wind outside the window was a little strong, making the

curtains sway. Neither of the two people in the room spoke. The ward was cold and quiet.

Patrick's expression was calm, and he looked around casually, pretending that his cousin in the sickbed

did not exist at all. Finally, his eyes fell on the dark night sky outside the window, and he could feel the

cold night wind blowing in.

"She's asleep" He looked down with thoughts deep in his eyes. It was as if he was thinking of

something else.

Cory, who was on the sickbed, on the other hand, was angry and glared at Patrick fiercely. He didn't

expect his cousin to say a word of apology, but he had to figure out some things with Patrick.

The first thing he said was to ask Patrick to let Christina go.

Christina.

The name Cory mentioned made Patrick turn his head slightly. Patrick examined the anger and

unwillingness of the other party with his deep eyes. Patrick's thin lips were slightly pursed, revealing

contempt.

Cory hated Patrick for standing high above the masses since Patrick was a child. Yes. Cory was afraid

of Patrick, but there was no doubt that none of their relatives liked to get close to Patrick.

Cory's expression was sullen as his right hand was clenched into a fist. He tried to calm himself down.

"Let her go. Christina is different from you. Her world is very simple. It is unlike your world which is full

of plots and fights, I don't know what your purpose is as you try your best to take her away from me!"

In the end, Cory roared angrily, "Patrick, what are you trying to do? Let Christina go. Don't try to hurt

her!"

"Christina owes me this," Patrick said suddenly and inexplicably.

Patrick paused, his deep eyes staring straight at the man in the sickbed. Then Patrick said inexplicably

"I want her to repay for the rest of her life..."

"Christina owes me."

"I want her to repay for the rest of her life..."

Cory did not expect Patrick to say such a strange thing, and he was stunned for a moment.

Patrick lost his patience. He came just to do what Mr. Hopkins asked him to do perfunctorily. After

finishing his mission, he walked straight to the door.

"Patrick, stop!" Cory became a little anxious when he saw Patrick leave.

"What did you mean by that?!"

There was anxiety in Cory's eyes, and that strange sentence kept echoing in his mind. "I want her to

repay for the rest of her life?"

What did this mean?

A man wanted a woman to repay for the rest of her life...

Cory looked even more agitated than before. He pulled the needle out of his left hand and strode

forward to grab Patrick's arm.

"You better remember. She's your cousin's wife."

Patrick stopped, turned around, and grabbed Cory's injured left arm backhand at an extremely fast

speed.

Patrick gave Cory his last warning, "Next time, I will show no mercy!"

Cory looked into Patrick's eyes, suppressing the panic in his heart.

Suddenly, Cory shouted sarcastically, "Patrick, you've been plotting against her. Even if you keep her

by your side, so what? Christina will only be afraid of you and hate you. She will never fall in love with

someone like you."

There was no emotion on Patrick's face, but his increasingly stronger force made Cory pale and pant in

pain.

Blood was oozing from the white gauze on Cory's arm as Patrick exerted more and more strength.

"It doesn't matter if she loves me or not. I love her. This is enough!" Patrick gritted his teeth and his

deep voice was filled with years of discouragement and indignation.

Bang.

With a strong force, Patrick threw Cory into the corner.

"What's wrong!"

"Cory, how are you? Are you hurt..."

Outside the door, Laurie and Carrie heard the sound and immediately opened the door nervously and

rushed in.

Cory leaned back against the wall, looking surprised and ignoring them.

With a sullen face, Patrick strode away.

"Did he do something to you? Did he threaten you?" Laurie saw that her son was in a trance. She

angrily chased after Patrick, shouting abuse.

"Patrick, stop right there!"

"My father asked you to come over and apologize. You go too far... Patrick, don't be so arrogant.

Someone will make you suffer!"

Laurie's angry and unwilling voice echoed in the corridor of the hospital. Cory, on the other hand,

suddenly fell silent and looked at the white floor in a daze.

He was utterly shocked, and he even wondered if he had heard it wrong.

"It doesn't matter if she loves me or not. I love her. This is enough."

"How is that possible?"

A gust of night wind blew in through the window, and the ward was quiet and cold. Cory was stunned.

His fingers were tightly clenched, and there was a strong sense of contradiction in his heart.

He muttered the name with difficulty, "Christina..."

"Where's Christina?"

The dark night quickly turned white, and the first rays of the morning sun shone down. Mr. Hopkins had

already woken up and finished his morning exercise, as usual, preparing to go to the Main Residence

for breakfast.

"Nanny Faang said the Young Madam didn't sleep until early last night. She shouldn't have gotten up

so early." The butler said as he served breakfast to Mr. Hopkins.

The old man didn't seem to have a good appetite. He just drank half a bowl of porridge and then he put

down his spoon. He frowned and thought about something.

"Old Master, do you have some urgent things to talk to Young Madam?" The butler, who had been

accompanying Mr. Hopkins for many years, felt a little strange at first sight and asked slowly.

Mr. Hopkins looked up and asked in a deep voice, "Did they know each other before?"