Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 70

"But Seth... He is in great danger now!" I didn't even have time to think about how Patrick was feeling right now.

I wanted to get rid of him and go after Seth.

However, Patrick tightly hugged my waist with his wrists. The next second, I heard him say word by word, "I'm jealous."

At that moment, I was stunned.

"Mr. Cowell, what did you say?"

"I say, I'm jealous." Patrick repeated once again, "You're my wife. I can't tolerate that you pay attention to another man and treat me as a nobody when I am by your side."

If it were at other times, I might be moved and fluttered upon knowing that Patrick was jealous because of me.

But now, I simply didn't think so.

I pushed him away with all my strength, raised my head, and looked at him with an absurd expression. Then I said, "Mr. Cowell, the way you see it, why Seth's company has become like this? Is it because of his incompetence? Or is it because of his poor vision? Neither of them!"

I looked at Patrick and said word by word, "This is because your beloved woman, Caroline Archer, used Ronald Weil to frame me. After she failed, she even killed Ronald at all costs. Then she let Ronald's wife come to Glorious Seth Design to make trouble, intending to put me back to prison. Later, she failed again. However, the owner of the house where Ronald had died asked Seth for compensation!

"All of this is caused by Caroline Archer!"

I complained to Patrick.

The more I said, the angrier I became.

Before Patrick could say anything, I continued, "Go and love her. Go ahead and love the vicious Caroline Archer. Don't disgust me here anymore!"

Seeing Seth like this, I hated Patrick and Caroline so much.

I wondered why they had implicated innocent people!

I went after Seth into the hospital. But Patrick didn't catch up with me.

I went in and found the doctor. After consulting him, I learned that since Seth had been drinking a lot for a long time, he was suffering from gastric perforation.

Fortunately, he had been sent to the hospital in time and he was now undergoing an operation. Otherwise, nobody could have saved him.

When I heard this, I felt relieved. If something happened to Seth, I would not forgive myself.

I sat at the door of the operation room and waited there for a long time.

Seth finally was pushed out of the operating room and transferred to the ward. Fearing that nobody would take care of him when he woke up, I guarded him in the ward.

At 9 a.m. in the morning, Seth woke up.

It was not me but his cell phone that woke him up.

As soon as his cell phone rang, Seth woke up as if he had gone crazy. I had no choice but to hold the cell phone for him.

After he picked up the phone call, he was very excited and said, "Mr. West, you asked me to drink yesterday. I did as you said. And I am lying in the hospital now. You can't go back on your words!"

Later, I vaguely heard Mr. West say on the phone that what he had said after his drinking didn't count at all.

I felt indignant for Seth!

Seth begged him with all his might. And in the end, Mr. West hung up the phone at once.

Seeing that Seth was lying on the bed and looking at the ceiling in a daze, I tried to look energetic, went over, and pinched his face, "Don't worry. I have a solution."

"Charlotte, I don't need you to..."

"Don't be so polite to me. Just take it as an investment from me!" I smiled and said, "I don't have twenty million dollars. But I do have ten million dollars."

He looked at me and asked, "How did you get so much money? Don't force yourself. If you want to borrow money from Patrick Cowell, then forget it..."

"Of course I won't turn to him. Have you forgotten the indisputable fact that I am the Second Lady of the Archer Family? More importantly, I have a grandmother who loves me very much."

I tried my best to smile as lightly as possible.

Although Seth was reluctant to agree to my request, I said that if he moved randomly before he recovered, I would no longer bother with him.

I knew that Seth cared about me.

He agreed.

Special escorts were available in Holy Spirit Hospital. I asked a special escort to take care of Seth and left.

I couldn't go and ask Rosy for money. So my only way was to give my house as security for a loan.

I came out of the hospital, stood at the entrance, and saw that Patrick's car was still parked in the same position as it had been yesterday.

I couldn't help but be stunned.

Seeing me coming out, Patrick got out of the car and waved at me.

I saw that he was wearing a pair of trousers and shirts. This set was the one he had worn yesterday.

"Could it bethat..."

I dared not to be convinced by my own guess. But the strong fatigue in Patrick's eyes stopped me from deceiving myself.

I asked him, "Did, did you stay here last night?"

Patrick curled up the corner of his cold lips and said with a smile, "Yes, my wife is here. Where else can I go?"

His words made me wonder whether what I had said to him yesterday had gone too far.

But every word I had said was true.

"Mr.... Mr. Cowell, go and do your work. I'll go home first." I hesitated for a moment and decided to continue to call him Mr. Cowell.

Because I couldn't afford to offend Caroline.

I didn't want the people around me to get hurt again.

"I'll give you a ride," Patrick said, grabbing hold of me. His palm was no longer as powerful as it had been yesterday.

I looked at his bloodshot eyes and finally compromised.

After sending me home, Patrick left because he had to take care of something in the company.

It took me a whole day to check the information about the real estate mortage on the Internet. Finally, I found a very reliable state-owned bank and contacted a manager.

Based on my communication with the manager, they had to come to my house to have a look. Only after confirming the identity of the house owner and that the house was fine could the loan proceed.

In the afternoon, people from the bank arrived at my house.

They looked around my house and were very satisfied with it. Then they intended to take me back to the bank and helped me walk through the procedure of the real estate loan.

According to what they said, the loan could be disbursed in an hour.

I was also at ease.

However, when I went downstairs with the manager of the bank, I happened to see Shelton coming back.

At that time, the manager was telling me something about the mortgage loan. And Shelton happened to hear our conversation. Then he took a few steps forward and asked me, "Do you need money?"

I lied subconsciously, "No."

However, Shelton glanced at the bank manager's badge and said to him, "We won't do any mortgage loan. You can go."

Although the manager was unhappy upon hearing Shelton's words, he seemed to recognize Shelton. He, who was unhappy, dared not to say anything on the surface. So he had to say to me, "Contact me at any time if you need anything." This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Then he left.

After that, Shelton asked me what had happened.

Thinking that he was Patrick's uncle, I didn't reveal anything to him.

Shelton did not continue to ask me. But he said directly, "Follow me."

I didn't know what he was going to do.

He took me upstairs. Then, he pointed to the place under my feet and said, "Stand here. Don't move. I'll be right out."

Shelton went home. And I waited for him outside obediently.

About two minutes later, Shelton came out of his house with something in his hand.

I recognized that it was a checkbook.

I saw him take out a pen and write down an Arabic number 5 followed by a bunch of rabic number zeros on the checkbook.

Before I could how many zeroes he had added behind the 5, I saw him writing down some characters one stroke after another, which read "Fifty Million Dollars."

Then, he tore off the check and handed it over to me.

I couldn't help but take a deep breath, "Brother Cowell, Uncle Cowell, I can't take your money!"