Spoil My Errant Wife

Chapter 51: Please 

"That year, I was chased out by the landlord.My luggage was thrown onto the road like garbage.You wouldn't understand how humiliated and helpless I was..."

Christina sat beside the hospital bed and talked about her past in a low voice.

"My aunt and I just left the Dickens Family.We were short of money, so we found a low-rent house.I was in my senior year, and my aunt cooked at home to save money.It was my birthday, and she wanted to make me fried tempura, but,’ 

"..The house was on fire."

"By the time I got back from school, the fire in the kitchen had been extinguished.The landlord immediately chased us out without a word and said she wanted 20,000 dollars for compensation.At that time, we couldn't afford that.800 dollars was all we had..." Christina fixed her eyes on them.

She didn't expect Patrick and the other young men to understand the helplessness and lowliness of being poor.

Her aunt's right arm was burned but she covered it with long sleeves without wanting her to know.

Without the money to pay the landlord, she could only be insulted and cursed.

Without the money to see a doctor, she could only bear the pain.

"That night, we huddled around the corner like vagrants.We were hopeless.At that time, a kind-hearted man gave us a hot meal, offered us a temporary stay at her house, and lent us money to go to the hospital..."

Christina paused, and she stretched out her right hand to tug at Patrick's hem.

"It was an accident…” She said in a low voice with an imploring tone.

She could guess that there was something wrong with the mango juice that Sophie gave her the other day, and Patrick would definitely find it out.

However, she didn't want to reveal the truth.

Someone once treated her well, and she would remember it for the rest of her life.

Christina was a little worried.

After all, Patrick was not an ordinary person.

If she wanted to deal with Sophie, she might never turn around.

"Why are you still be kind to the person who hurt you?"

Patrick stood by the bedside, looking down at her profile with sharp eyes.

Suddenly, he spoke coldly with mild anger.

She was saved once by Cory, who had treated her the way he had treated her.

She was able to calm down and talk and laugh with him.

"My heart is too small to remember something unhappy to displease myself"

She raised her head and looked straight at him with clear eyes.

Patrick pursed his lips tightly and looked into her eyes, but he suddenly became silent.

Charles and Chandler did not speak again.

They were surprised to hear what happened to Christina.

They looked at each other and their gazes fell on Patrick.

This matter depended on how Patrick dealt with it.

just

hem of his clothes and pleaded in a

was the first time she had

for an outsider! Patrick stared at her

he took a step forward, bent down, and put his lips

sensitive neck, and

murmured, "Christina, if one day I do something bad to you, will you forgive me like this...’

in in her

he mean

up, Patrick and his friends had walked out of the ward, leaving her sitting on

heard vaguely Chandler's

in this hospital.Should we go and see

"..She was discharged"

the nurse close the door, and their conversations were

lowered her head and looked

more thing that Christina didn't

thought, perhaps Patrick did

she laughed at

did not need to worry about Sophie

not listen to her, Cecilia would

hospital, Patrick's

was some urgent business at

and he gave orders

side by

we don't

entered the elevator, Patrick had just hung up the phone,

well that Sophie was responsible for Christina's

her go? It was not like Hopkins Family's

eyebrows slightly and looked at Patrick

take

in a

did not ask

elevator, they went on their

not even capable of doing

tea shop opposite the north gate of First High School of

mother and daughter sat opposite each other, and the young woman shouted angrily, "I told

the young woman across from her with a look of

"Shut up!"

Cecilia seemed pissed off.

the table and stood up

not to call me that name? Are you suffering from senile dementia or are you helping that

"No, no."

nervous and stood

you asked me

conscience was

still have the nerve to speak up for

her with

bleeding profusely in the hotel that night and

thought she would

things didn't go as she

we are dependent on each other.I have suffered so much since I left home for so many years, and you've been

a famous movie star, she

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