Spoil My Errant Wife

‘‘Missing?’’ 

After leaving the Dickens Family, she did not return to the hotel and was nowhere to be found.

"What the hell is Christina doing? She's not picking up her cell phone.Is she doing this on purpose?"

Charles, who was also looking for her, complained.

Patrick looked at the sun slowly setting in the west.

Emotions were restrained on his cold face and he was a little agitated.

"Patrick"

Chandler hurriedly parked in front of the hotel and said to him, sticking his head out of the window, "We found her.She's in the cemetery..."

‘‘Cemetery?’’

 As soon as Patrick and others arrived at the cemetery, they recognized the woman squatting in front of the stone tablet in the west cemetery area.

It was Christina.

Patrick's face was complicated as he stumped towards her.

"Christina! Can you stop?!"

He stood by her side and said coldly to her with anger, "Are you deliberately making others worried and trying to satisfy your vanity by making everyone frantically look for you? Christina, don't play the game of hide-and-seek anymore.If something happens to the child, you can't afford it."

"I know! I know! I'm just a tool for you to have children!"

She suddenly raised her head and shouted excitedly with a resentful look.

Patrick looked into her red eyes, frowning.

He glanced at the tombstone in front of her.

The name Mary was engraved on it, which was her mother's grave.

As the sun began to set in the west, the day darkened.

They looked at each other in silence.

In this gloomy cemetery, it seemed a little strange...

For a long time, Patrick said coldly, "Go back"

His voice sounded much calmer than before.

Without responding to him, Christina still squatted in front of the tombstone and refused to leave.

Patrick lowered his eyes and looked at her thin body.

He was a little annoyed and yelled, "Christina, what the hell is wrong with you? Don't be so childish.I have no patience with women!"

"Come back with me!" he repeated.

"Leave me alone."

With her head down, she stared at the black-and-white picture of her mother on the tombstone, trying to fight back tears in her eyes.

Patrick was furious and said, "Your mother has been dead for six years.Don't be so dramatic.I don't have that much time for you.Come back with me now!"

Patrick, who really didn't have much patience with women, bent down and pulled her up.

Christina, however, with red eyes, held her mother's tombstone tightly and refused to let it go for no reason.

"No! No!"

her like this, Patrick scolded in anger, "Christina, you are the spoiled daughter of one of the richest families in C City, and your mother is the daughter of the Eisenhowers, a powerful military, and political family.Even if your mother died of illness, Donald married another woman, you still lead a happier life than many people.Stop being sad.You have no reason

you don't know anything,

emotional after hearing his words and she shouted at him excitedly, Her eyes were red as she recalled the Dickens Family, clenching

pain that had piled up in

corner of his eyes, "My

thought of her dead

them by giving them money so that they could go to

raised her head and looked

20.He said he wanted a son,

by my grandfather.That is why he has gotten the wealth and power he possesses today.I hate him, I

And then...

with Connie.My mother came forward to help me out of fear.She accidentally pushed Connie and she fell down and had a miscarriage as a result.My father sent my mother

end, she

killed herself

unable to control her

she had been telling

A City with her aunt, Betty, and lived

about her,

endured all these years of suffering in the Hampton Family and the Dickens Family, but today she didn't want to

hugged the cold tombstone,

of bewilderment flashing through

She cried, loudly.

Dickens Family, about her mother's suicide, she had always been afraid to recall as she even felt

committed suicide in prison, but he still insisted

hated her heartless father, who insisted on marrying Connie so soon after

transferring to a junior high school, she

me? He cheated on me.He was

her face was

as she looked helplessly at the sky

"Why…”

to me…’’ She turned to

home.Why is it so hard? I've been working hard.No matter what I do, I'll do my best.But why

what I did wrong.Why did they do this to

Christina gradually stopped crying.

away from him.She curled up, bearing the pain all by herself.She did not want to talk about her private affairs with others, because they were too

sisters, she was filled with hatred! In this desolate cemetery, her thin

back

to say.He never knew how to comfort people, especially

"Don't cry."

to say

clear, and it didn't sound comforting at

none of your

that

tears and sobbed, building a wall

when you cry,’’ Patrick

Christina immediately raised

go back.Do you want to spend

glare

dark, Christina lowered her head with

a patient person, turned around and was about

have you had enough? You're not going back, are

She

Christina was

squatting for too

for a moment and turned to look at her

a moment, he

are you

squatted