After Tyler left, I went to Patrick's ward.
He lived in a super VIP ward of this hospital. And his ward alone took up more than 100 square meters.
As I was about to enter the ward, I saw that Patrick was lying on the bed and that Wilson was reporting to him on the side.
So I waited outside in silence.
After a while, Wilson came out. When he saw me, he looked at me with a little strange look in his eyes.
After entering the ward, I walked over to Patrick's bedside. A corner of Patrick's hospital gown peeked out of the quilt, revealing a white gauze. And drip-feeding was hanging on the side.
"I'm sorry."
I sat down.
"I am good as long as you're fine."
Patrick reached out and held my hand.
Although Patrick's internal organs didn't get hurt, he had bled a lot. According to the doctor in the hospital, Patrick needed to stay in the hospital for at least a week. And then he could go home to rest.
During this week, I asked for leave from the cafe shop and focused on taking care of Patrick.
There were two reasons for me to do so. One was that he had been injured because of me.
Another reason was that I made up my mind that I would let Caroline go to jail and experience everything I had gone through this time.
At that time, I only hoped that Patrick wouldn't blame me.
Although he was very kind to me, I felt a little uneasy in my heart.
In the middle, I took the time to contact the police named Tyler. He told me about some progress. To my surprise, regarding the call I heard Mrs. White had made that day, she had indeed called her daughter.
Before she went to prison, she had a child with a man. Since the child's father didn't want the child, Mrs. White raised the child by herself.
And it was because Mrs. White wanted to take care of her child that she told Tyler everything.
Mrs. White was sent to prison under the arrangement of Caroline. At that time, she, who needed to raise a child, was short of money. So, when Caroline found her and promised to make a deposit first, Mrs. White agreed for the sake of her child.
Caroline offered Mrs. White a more presumptuous reward this time, which was to help her clear her identity and let her go to another city to start her life all over again.
Mrs. White found her offer quite tempting.
According to Tyler, Caroline had been under their secret surveillance. When all the evidence was confirmed, the police would close the net.
I thanked Tyler over and over again.
But I didn't reveal anything on the surface.
That day, after Patrick' was discharged from the hospital, I received a call from the HR of the building decoration company with whom I had done an interview last time. And I was told that I could go to work there starting next Monday.
I thanked the caller over and over again.
After I was at home, I told Patrick about this matter.
Although Patrick felt that I would be a little worn out, he didn't say anything further.
That night, fearing that I would hurt his wound, I didn't want to sleep with him in the master bedroom. But Patrick didn't agree and forced me to sleep with him.
That night, I asked him as I was in his arms, "Patrick, who will you choose if you are asked to choose between me and Caroline?"
Patrick was silent.
He didn't respond.
His reaction made me even sadder.
I looked down and didn't look at Patrick's eyes. Then I continued to ask, "You can only choose one, Caroline and I can't co-exist. You must choose one. Who will you choose?"
Patrick was still silent.
He put his hand on my short hair and gently stroked it. After a while, he said, "Go to sleep."
Sure enough, he couldn't answer me.
He couldn't let go of Caroline.
He had said that he had to have Caroline in his life.
I wondered why I would be that stupid and what I was holding on to.
I closed my eyes and curled up in his arms. But I couldn't fall asleep.
The next day, Tyler contacted me again.
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