My billionaire husband spoils me too much

Chapter 106

"Why are you still here? I've told you never come here again!"

Christina sat on a metal seat outside the ward being yelled at by the woman. She suddenly felt helpless

and wanted to explain.

Judy became impatient and yelled at the bodyguards. "Drive her away immediately."

"It's the Mr. Hopkins who asked her to stay..."

One of the bodyguards looked at the lady and spoke to her formally without much respect.

Judy's face suddenly clouded. "Patrick is awake?"

"Since my son has woke up, why no one tells me?"

She spoke hastily with dissatisfaction. She ignored Christina and took quick steps to rush into the ward.

"Madam, you are not allowed up here."

The two bodyguards stepped forward and stopped her at the door with grim faces.

Judy was furious. "Why can't I come in? He's my son!"

"Sorry."

One of the bodyguards responded coldly with a tough attitude.

Watching her soon-to-be mother-in-law confronting the bodyguard, Christina explained in a whisper,

"Grandpa said he had something important to discuss with Patrick..."

"How dare you talk to me!" Judy's face darkened. She glared at her.

Christina had to lower her head and remained silent in front of the furious mother-in-law.

She found that Judy was a tougher person to get along with than Laurie, and she seemed to hate her...

At this moment, a loud bang came behind the door.

Because of the closed thick door, she could not hear clearly the conversations inside, but she guessed

that the Old Master Mr. Hopkins was angry.

"If it wasn't for this accident, how long were you going to keep it from me?"

"Patrick, you must make this clear to me!"

The old man had a sullen face. His right hand clenched tightly around his crutch, and his body trembled

in anger.

"Grandpa, calm down, please. Patrick just woke up. He's still very weak. We could ask him later..."

Charles was standing beside the old man. He carefully persuaded the old man when he saw the old

man and his grandson quarreling furiously.

But the man lying on the sickbed feared nothing. He replied, "So what if you have known."

This infuriated the old man. If he hadn't see Patrick lying weakly on the sickbed, he would definitely hit

this rebellious grandson with his walking stick.

"Patrick, do you really think you are able to solve everything? You are not respecting me at all,

bastard!"

Patrick was still lying on the bed. His face was pale. He glanced at the angry old man sitting at the end

of the bed, thinking carefully.

He seemed a little bit tired, so he slowly closed his eyes. "You can't help me though you know it." He

replied tonelessly in a low voice.

Even if he had told them, they wouldn't be able to help.

There was a complicated look on the old man's face. He glared at him for a long time.

Suddenly, Old Master Mr. Hopkins stood up, turned around, and stumped out of the room.

Charles worried that the old man would be affected by bad emotions, so he followed him out

immediately. When he left, he couldn't help glancing at the hospital bed in a mood.

Patrick was right. Even if they knew it at first, they couldn't help him...

"Grandpa, Patrick just doesn't want you to worry about him."

Charles comforted him in a low voice when he was about to open the door.

The Old Master Mr. Hopkins frowned with a grim face, opened the door and walked out. Judy and

Christina looked up at them at the same time.

They were full of doubts but dared not to ask.

"Dad, what's wrong with Patrick? What are you talking about..." Being unable to restrain herself, Judy

stood up and asked nervously.

However, the old man ignored her and look complicatedly at Christina.

Christina felt nervous as he looked at her. She did not know whether to stand up or sit still, and whether

to speak or wait for him to ask her.

"...Take good care of him."

Old Master Mr. Hopkins informed Christina in a hoarse and choked voice. Without saying anything else,

he headed straight for the elevator.

Christina widened her eyes as she watched the old man leaves.

She didn't quite understand what the old man meant by "take good care of him."

While the Old Master Mr. Hopkins, who had always been physically strong with a majestic figure, Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

seemed to have aged a lot.

"Aunt Jiang, Patrick has just woke up. He needs to rest..." Charles looked at Judy and said.

Judy was angry. It was obvious that they didn't allow her in the ward.

She kept trying, "Patrick needs my care..."

"As what grandpa has just said, Christina will take care of him. Patrick has married her, so you don't

have to worry about him." Charles replied calmly.

Christina looked at Charles, feeling strange. Although Charles was a lady-killer, he has always

respected the elders. But now, he spoke to Judy in a cold tone.

"Hurry up. Get in."

Charles reminded Christina in a low voice when he was passing by.

Christina finally realized and then walked into the ward hesitantly. While Judy, who was standing beside

her, looked at her with anger and unwillingness.

The man on the bed closed his eyes and was resting.

She stood by the sickbed and looked at the remaining liquid in the infusion bottle hanging above. She

did not dare to wake him up. She pulled up a chair carefully and sat by the bed, staring at the injection

silently.

It was very quiet in the ward. The thick door had been closed, and there was only her and him in the

ward.

Christina looked at the man in bed. She knew that he was not asleep. His face was pale and his brows

were slightly furrowed as if he was thinking about something. She wanted to ask him something, but

hesitated and fell silent again.

What were they talking about just now? If she asked him, he might not want to reply. But she felt that

there must be something wrong.

She noticed that there was a small dent in the metal back of the sickbed. It seemed that grandpa was

really angry just now. It may be caused by the crutch.

"Have... have I disturbed you?"

When she saw that the injection was almost finished, she stood up and changed a new infusion bottle.

As soon as she finished it, she saw him staring at her.

Patrick did not reply.

His eyes were deep and clear. He had not slept just now. He closed his eyes just wanted to be alone.

"Are you feeling well? Do you want to see the doctor?"

Christina was a little restrained by his gaze. After thinking for a while, she asked, "Do you want to drink

water or eat something?"

Christina felt that she was stupid for asking these questions. But she really didn't know what she could

do for him.

He remained silent, which made Christina increasingly awkward. "If I'm annoying you, I can wait

outside."

Patrick gasped for air because of the pain. Then he said in a low voice, "You won't be here if I want you

to leave..."