Chapter 821
Chapter 821
Reading between the lines, Paisley felt that Amelia had something to deal with and so she did not rush into asking further. From the corner of her eye, there were suitcases and all kinds of daily necessities in the living room, and it suddenly dawned on her that it had something to do with the scandalous photos about Patrick she saw from the magazine some time ago.
Coupled with the situation inside and outside the house, Paisley felt that she seemed to have understood something.
"Those men in black outside the house must have been deliberately arranged by Patrick in order to prevent Amelia from leaving home," she thought.
"Mr. Hopper really was putting in a lot of effort to protect Amelia It was as if he was protecting a treasure." Paisley thought to herself, laughing inwardly.
Glancing at the sleeping Patrick, Amelia could feel her worries growing inside her. She blinked her eyes and hid her emotion well. Then she said to Paisley, "I have to trouble you to deal with the rest of the things. I should go back first."
Paisley stopped her and said, "Wait! Don't you see the bodyguards guarding outside? If you go out like this, they will definitely find out."
Amelia thought for a moment and felt that Paisley might have misunderstood something. "Don't worry. I'm not imprisoned this time. To be precise... I have been expelled."
She glanced at the self-mocking expression on Amelia's face. Before Paisley could throw another question at her, she had already left with her suitcase.
When Patrick woke up from his dizziness, he found himself in the master bedroom. Before he could clear his thoughts, he called out, "Mrs. Hopper...".
However, the only response to him was the silence in the room.
Lifting his hand to rub his hot glabella, Patrick thought about the things that happened earlier. "Is everything that happened with Amelia today a dream?"
At this time, the door was opened from the outside. Patrick's sharp eyes immediately swept over, but he saw that the person who came in was...Paisley.
It seemed that he was not dreaming. Amelia had indeed been here earlier.
Paisley noticed that Patrick's eagerness immediately faded away after seeing her. She entered the room with the medicine and rolled her eyes, "What's with the favoritism? It's me who cools you down and gives you the injection. And it's also me who gives you medicine. Besides, we haven't seen each other for so long. Don't you have anything to tell me?"
Patrick's lips twitched. After a while, he asked, "Where is she?"
Paisley was amused. In the past, Mr. Hopper was willing to glance at her. However, the current Mr. Hopper was completely addicted to Mrs. Hopper. There was no place in his heart for any woman.
Putting the cup and pills on the bedside table, Paisley casually pulled a chair and sat down. Her beautiful face was full of mockery, "She went back some time ago...and before going back, she even entrusted you to me. She is not worried at all that I as someone who once had a secret crush on you will do something to the unconscious you."
Knowing what Paisley said was mostly jokes, Patrick could not help but frowned. Amelia had left him even she knew that he was sick.
According to Patrick's bad temper, he liked to vent his anger on everything he could reach. He tore off the ice pack on his forehead and was about to throw it to the ground when he heard Paisley say, "I advise you to think carefully before throwing it away. She placed it before she leaves."
Paisley's words made Patrick's hand froze in midair.
It was very embarrassing. If he did not throw it away, it would seem that he was reluctant to get rid of the ice pack that Amelia put on for him. But if he threw it away, he would really think that it was a waste.
After a while, Patrick slowly lowered his arm under Paisley's amusing gaze.
"Puff!" Paisley laughed and said, "Since we've known each other for so many years, can you tell me if you would pick up a bottle and collect her fart..."
"Shut up. Don't you find it disgusting?" Patrick finally said the first sentence to her, but he was full of disgust.
Paisley smiled, "Disgusting? I don't think so."
Because of her profession, she had come into contact with shit and urine every day...
Patrick cleared his throat and asked, "Who sent me back to my room?"
"I wonder if there's any help from her," thought Patrick unconsciously.
Paisley replied, "Oh, your two bodyguards and me."
It must be a wishful thinking! Patrick gritted his
teeth.
After adjusting his breathing, he asked, "Before Amelia left, did she ask you to bring anything to me?"
Paisley answered honestly, "No."
Hearing this, Patrick remained silent again.
Paisley then mocked, "Hey, I really don't know you anymore. Who is this old man who has been totally in love? Is it still you? Huh?"
Without batting an eyelid, Patrick started to chase her away. "You can leave now."
Paisley did not move at all. "I can leave at any time, but you have to take the medicine."
Patrick then lifted the quilt and wrapped himself tightly.
What a childish lad!
Paisley sniffled, got up, walked out of the door, and called Amelia.
Moments later...
"Hello?"
Paisley came straight to the point. "Amelia, Patrick refused to take medicine because he didn't see you when he woke up. What do you think we should do?"
"Then give him an injection."
"But now that he has woken up, he will definitely not let me get close to him."
"Then find a few more bodyguards to tie him up."
"Good idea!" Paisley was left speechless after giving the compliment. "You're really not soft-hearted towards him at all."
"Paisley, if you were me, I'm afraid you would be even more hard-hearted than me now."
The coldness emanating from Amelia's words made Paisley shiver even through the phone.
At The Ramsay Mansion.
"Well, that's it. If anything happens, you can secretly tell me. Thank you. Goodbye."
After giving instructions to Paisley, Amelia ended the call.
When she heard Paisley say that Patrick had woken up, the burden on her shoulders was lifted slightly. However, she could not believe that a grown-up like him would refuse to take medicine when he was sick. NôvelDrama.Org content.
Was it true that Patrick was so mad at Amelia that he vented his anger on his body, just as Paisley had said?
Letting out a chuckle, Amelia felt that such an idea was too narcissistic. Patrick refused to take medicine, perhaps it was simply because he was afraid of bitterness.
When she was lost in thought, her cell phone in her palm suddenly rang. Amelia quickly lit up the phone screen and looked down. "Uncle Tucker?"
After a moment of hesitation, she quickly crossed the answer button with her thumb, "Uncle Tucker, it's so late. What's the matter?"
Jonathan said with a little melancholy in his voice, "President Ramsay, we just focused on analyzing how the company had been framed two days ago, but we haven't come up with a specific plan yet. It's Monday tomorrow. I'm quite worried that people from the Environmental Protection Agency will come to make a fuss again."