Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 106

Gina's face turned pale. But she quickly said, "Plagiarism? What are you talking about? It's all because Charlotte was jealous of Caroline's talent. And she happened to know Telma before. So she forged those things to frame her!"

"Is it so?" I found Gina's feeble explanation ridiculous. "That's Telma's work. And I don't have the final say about it. When I posted them on social media platforms, many of the peers have confirmed it. If you want to blame someone, you can only blame Caroline for being so stupid. Telma's work has unique characteristics in it. if she copies her work, she is bringing about her own destruction!"

"Let's go back."

Patrick pulled my arms, intending to leave.

Gina wanted to stop us. But Jeremy stopped her.

After all, even though they could offend me, they couldn't afford to offend Patrick.

Patrick took me into the residential quarter and naturally wanted to walk in the direction of his house.

I stood where I was and asked him, "Patrick Cowell, were you by Caroline's side last night?"

"Yes. Yesterday, she..." When Patrick said this, he paused for a moment. It seemed that he was deliberating on something. Then he said, "She committed suicide outside. Fortunately, a passerby found her in time and saved her life."

"If she committed suicide every night, would you accompany her every night?" I added with a mocking smile, "That's true. She's your fiancee anyway."

Knowing that I got angry, Patrick didn't speak or respond. And he just stretched out his hands and wanted to hold me in his arms.

I took a step backward and dodged him, asking, "Then, Patrick Cowell, how's our child's thing going? Is it as she said?"

"I've sent someone to look into it. There's no evidence yet," Patrick said.

I didn't know if he was trying to convince me perfunctorily.

However, a capable businessman surely was a good actor as well.

If he wanted to lie to me, it might be very difficult for me to find out his flaws.

"Well, there is another thing. I am looking for a job. And I will live in my place in the future. In this way, it will be convenient for you and Caroline in the future as well."

By the time I finished my words, Patrick had furrowed his eyebrows.

He looked at me and asked, "Are you jealous?"

"Isn't it an effect you want?" I didn't deny it.

I wanted to put away my feelings for Patrick from the bottom of my heart and make him a person I wouldn't give a damn about.

But when I did have a try at it, I found that it was an impossible thing.

Patrick looked at me who was standing two steps away from him as a touch of tenderness flashed through his sharp eyes, "I apologize. As compensation, I will vacate the floor below my office so that you can organize a team of your own there. What do you think?"

The floor below his office was the second upper-most floor of Towering High Group.

No matter how close Caroline's former studio was to the Towering High Group, no way that it could be any closer to Towering High Group than an office on the second upper-most floor there.

I said, "The way I see it, if you do so, you are just like an emperor in ancient times who deals with the imperial concubines fighting to win his favor. It is like you reward the empress with some lychee. Seeing the imperial concubine is jealous, you send a lychee tree to comfort her. I don't need your comfort. I want to... work in Glorious Seth Design."

All the employees in Glorious Seth Design should have been replaced by now. When I went there, no one might recognize me.

"Well, you can go there at any time." There was no surprise in Patrick's expression.

It seemed that he had already known that I would reject him. So he just said so verbally.

And it reminded me of something...

Then I said, "But I want the floor below your office too. As for what to do with it, I have to think about it."

I thought that my request would put Patrick in a bit of a dilemma.

After all, the offices on the floor below his office were usually reserved for COO and some executives. No way that Patrick would give it to me!

To my surprise, Patrick said directly, "Okay, let me vacate it in three months."

I was stunned.

But Patrick went on to say, "The premise is that you are not allowed to live in your home. You have to live with me."

If I agreed with this condition, I could get a whole floor of Towering High Group...

Only the fool would refuse.

"Okay, I won't go back to my house"

I agreed.

I went home with Patrick. To my surprise, after he changed his clothes, he was about to leave.

I asked him, "Where are you going?"

In fact, I indeed had made an unncessary move by asking him so.

When Patrick, who was wearing his shoes, heard me ask him so, he paused for a moment and said, "Go to the company."

"Oh..."

I responded meaningfully and watched him leave without ever looking back.

But in my heart, he was lying!

As soon as he left, I went out, took a taxi, and headed straight for Holy Spirit Hospital.

If I ran into him there, he would have nothing to say.

I went into Holy Spirit Hospital. Because I used to stay there for recovery, the staff there kind of knew me. After I went in there smoothly, I went to the In-patient Department to ask which ward

Caroline was in.

The nurse seemed to be very familiar with Caroline. When she saw me, she said, "You are Caroline's twin sister, aren't you? She is in Bed No.7 on the 12th floor."

I thanked her and went straight upstairs, trying to ambush Patrick.

When I walked to the door of the ward where Bed No. 7 was, I saw that the door was open and Caroline was standing by the windowsill and talking to a nurse standing next to her.

I thought to myself, "Does she look like someone that was rescued after committing suicide last night?"

Although I couldn't see Caroline's face, I could tell from her look that she was a healthy person!

I stood there and looked at them. Seeing the nurse turned around and was about to come out, I quickly took a step back, took out a mask from my bag, and put it on my face. Then I turned around and walked toward the direction of the elevator.

As soon as I took a few steps, the nurse came out.

I saw that she was talking to a doctor next to her, "According to Miss Archer, you can call Mr. Cowell and tell him that she's awake."

At that time, the doctor was standing sideways in front of me. I glanced at the token on his chest and saw a few characters on it, which was, "Brook West."

I slowed down and heard Brock say, "It's too fast. We have to wait until tomorrow afternoon at least."

"I said so to her. But she didn't listen. The superior asked us to take care of her. Let's just do as she said in case we would be blamed!"

After that, the nurse entered an office.

I hurried to the stairwell next to the elevator, feeling quite confused in my heart.

Holy Spirit Hospital was the best private hospital in City Y. It was said that its boss behind the scene was very mysterious and that he was a big shot who couldn't be trifled with.

How come Caroline could even find someone to take care of her in such a place?

I became more and more convinced that Caroline was not a simple person.

Because I was sure that Patrick would come here, I waited there to see how serious Caroline's illness would be after a while.

Sure enough, in less than half an hour, Patrick arrived.

He walked in from outside quickly and entered Caroline's ward in a few steps.

I followed behind him secretly and looked through the small window of the door, only to find that Caroline was completely different from what I had seen just now.

With an infusion bottle hanging above her body, she was lying on the bed with a pale face now. And a pile of instruments next to her was monitoring her physical condition.

It turned out that she was the one who directed and acted such a show all the time.

Then, she acted in front of Patrick.

Poor Patrick! As a great president, he was fooled by a woman again.

I left Holy Spirit Hospital. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

That evening, it wasn't until at about 10 p.m. that Patrick went home. The smell of disinfectant on his body indicated clearly where he had gone.

I took the initiative to help him take his suit and said faintly, "Mr. Cowell, you are such a powerful person. However, you have been fooled by Caroline at her fingertips. I wonder how you feel."