My billionaire husband spoils me too much

Chapter 67

"We got nothing."

"There's only one national highway near the factory, but we haven't found anyone suspicious in

surveillance video of the past few days..."

The long, dark gray Bugatti was driving smoothly on the highway. Patrick picked up Christina from the

hospital today, but the atmosphere crackled with tension.

The back seat of the car was spacious and well-equipped. The two rows of seats were opposite each

other, like small sofas. Now the bodyguard opposite Patrick was solemnly reporting something to him.

Patrick's face was grim and he was clearly in a bad mood.

"Since we got nothing, let's start with Gordon Hotel..." He ordered in a cold voice.

Patrick squinted casually at Christina beside him.

The bodyguard who had followed him for many years immediately understood and nodded. "Yes."

The mysterious man must have known Christina well since he could reach the abandoned factory

ahead of them and save Christina.

In other words, this mysterious man had been following Christina and probably witnessed Todd forcibly

taking her away from the hotel, so he followed her all the way to the abandoned factory.

Christina sat quietly in the corner and listened to their conversation.

She knew they were talking about the mysterious man who saved her from the abandoned factory that

day.

Patrick didn't care about being heard by her. Or perhaps, he did that on purpose.

She could tell Patrick was eager to find out the identity of the man. It seemed that he wanted to get

even with him.

But in fact, the man had saved her and could be considered as her lifesaver.

Raising her head, she suddenly wanted to say something. She wanted to tell Patrick not to scare the

man with a straight face if they could find him.

But before Christina could speak, Patrick asked her in a gloomy voice, "What's your relationship with

him?"

Christina's expression froze, and she became a little angry to hear his cold tone.

"I've told you, I don't know him."

But Patrick didn't believe her at all. He sneered, "You don't know him?"

"What do you mean?"

She could tell he was questioning her.

"Why are you so eager to find him? He didn't offend you. Why do you look like you're going to kill him?"

Christina pouted in anger without hiding her dissatisfaction. She shouted back at him.

Christina thought that Patrick wanted to do something to that man. Patrick seemed to be very unhappy

that the man had saved her.

Patrick's face darkened with anger as he looked into her stubborn eyes.

He gnashed his teeth and said in a cold voice, "I want to thank him for risking his life to save my wife!"

If he was just her acquaintance, how could he risk his life to save her in such a dangerous situation?

Christina felt even more aggrieved after hearing his words.

She was kidnapped because of him, but he wanted to get the man who had saved her into trouble.

"I don't know who he is. It was too dark that night. I didn't see his face clearly." She was too scared to

notice that.

And that man...

Although she did not see his face, she remembered his voice was very low and gentle. It was her first

time to see him, but she was not afraid of his approach.

And the man called her "Tina." This was her nickname. Only her mother would call her nickname when

she was still a young kid. No one else knew that unless...

Impossible.

Thinking of some bad memories, she became more and more irritable. Why should Patrick care about

that man?

Christina looked straight into his deep eyes, and she pouted and yelled at Patrick,"...Even if I know who

he is, I won't tell you. This is my privacy!"

How dare she!

Charles and the bodyguard opposite them were startled to hear that and they sighed in their hearts.

He stole a peek at Patrick. As expected, his face was very sullen.

The car quieted down instantly, and the atmosphere was thick with tension.

Patrick suppressed his anger and glared at the woman beside him fiercely. And Christina's looked back

into his eyes with a grim expression. She was angry too.

The car reached Hopkins Family, and Patrick walked out and slammed the door.

"Christina, you'd better not mess with other men outside!"

Standing upright outside the car, he turned to look straight at the stubborn woman in the car. He said

that word for word, his cold voice was full of warning.

Christina was stunned at his sudden warning and her face turned pale.

Patrick strode towards the east villa as if he were in a very agitated mood.

"A stranger suddenly approached you, so Patrick must be cautious..." Charles explained to comfort her,

"He just..." Cared about you.

Christina ignored Charles. She quickly got out of the car, but she stomped angrily. She was clearly in a

bad mood.

Charles looked at the handsome figure on the east side and then at Christina, who was walking

towards the Main Residence, muttering to himself, "Patrick is already very moody. Ever since he

married Christina, he was like insane..."

Charles thought that he should not intervene in their affairs and was about to go back immediately.

However, Mr. Hopkins said he had something to do with him, so Charles had to brace himself and

follow the servants to the living room of the Main Residence.

As soon as he stepped into the living room of the Main Residence, Charles was surprised to see a

piano.

The piano was on the left-center of the luxurious living room. This custom-made black Steinway grand

piano was very expensive and dazzling... Especially when it showed up in Hopkins Family.

Who dared to put a piano in here?

Everyone knew that Patrick hated the piano.

He thought of something and he tilted to glance at Christina on the other side.

Charles was curious and he would like to ask about the piano. "Charles, come here." But Mr. Hopkins

came in with a walking stick and said to him.

"Although higher management pleaded for the Todd and his brother, Patrick would not spare them."

Mr. Hopkins asked about how Patrick dealt with that matter, and Charles had no choice but, to tell the Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

truth.

"What do you think about it?"

Charles looked at the old man and said with hesitation. "Todd kidnapped Christina and Patrick was very

angry. I don't think it's worth destroying your relationship with Patrick for those outsiders."

"He doesn't take me seriously at all ..." Mr. Hopkins grunted with a hoarse voice.

Mr. Hopkins poured the tea through the purple clay teapot. A fragrance could be smelt from the white

jade teacup.

After passing the teacup to Charles, Mr. Hopkins looked up and asked, "Did anyone of the Preston

Family go to the hospital to visit Christina today?"

Charles was surprised, not understanding why he suddenly asked this question.

Then he understood."It's you who ask them to visit Christina?!"

Mr. Hopkins took a sip from his teacup and muttered, "Christina is implicated. They should apologize to

her in person."

Charles knew that Mr. Hopkins was affectionate although he was dignified and cold. Robert, who

committed suicide, used to be his subordinate, but...

"Todd and his brother went too far. They almost killed Christina. Although others said that Patrick was

ruthless, he did that was just in case Christina would get into trouble again..."

"Patrick has many methods to prevent that happening again."

Mr. Hopkins put down his teacup and said in a deep voice.

"They're indeed wrong. We should teach them a lesson, but there is no need to be ruthless..." The old

man's eyes darkened and his tone became solemn... "Well, I won't intervene."

Charles understood what he was worried about.

Patrick's father died young and his mother lived abroad all year round. As the only heir of the Hopkins

Family, he was talented and tough and absolutely God's favored one. However, he was cruel and

unapproachable.

He ignored everything.

Patrick was not heartless, but he didn't care about most of the people around him.

Such as, the one who was seriously ill and unconscious in the United States...

Mr. Hopkins poured himself another cup of tea, which was very fragrant, but he didn't take a sip but just

lost in his thoughts.

It was not until the tea was cool that Mr. Hopkins put down his teacup as if he had suddenly lost interest

in tasting tea and was concerned about something else.

"Is there anything new in the United States?" He suddenly asked in a deep voice.

Charles was thinking about it too. He looked up and shook his head with a solemn expression. "No."

"It's the same as six years ago. The person is lying in the hospital bed and relying on machines to

survive..."

When Mr. Hopkins heard that, his eyes were filled with helplessness. "It's our debt... we should do our

best..."

"Patrick has already arranged everything," Charles said in a low voice.

Patrick felt more guilty than anyone. And he was concerned about that very much.

And because of that he lived in America for a long time and came back so late to take over IP&G

Group.

Both of them felt a little sad.

No one wanted to talk about the disaster six years ago, especially in front of Patrick.

Mr. Hopkins poured Charles more tea and said something meaningful, "The one who is lying down

can't speak and is suffering from the illness, but the one who survives may not feel better..."

They were all in pain.

Charles looked at him in a daze.

Patrick had been feeling guilty all these years. He wished he was the one lying on the bed, but he

never said anything. He never mentioned the disaster at all.

Even Charles forget about it, but whenever he saw his men send him the weekly medical report from

America, he knew that Patrick never forgot it.

Patrick was used to being alone. Maybe he didn't know who to tell or how to express the pain.

"Tell me if there's any update."

Mr. Hopkins looked at Charles with a more amiable look. As a grandfather, he wanted to care more

about his only grandchild, but his grandchild didn't want to talk to him.

Charles felt sorry for this respectable old man. He nodded and agreed, "Okay, I'll secretly tell you."

Then he was turned his head and caught a glimpse of the long wooden table on the other side of the

living room. Christina was in a bad mood and was gulping down juice.

Charles's eyes widened. He was not surprised that Christina was in a bad mood and that she was not

ladylike at all. But he was surprised to see her drinking mango juice.

"Patrick has been allergic to mangoes since he was a child. How can there be mangoes here?" Charles

asked surprisedly.

When Mr. Hopkins heard what he said, he also looked towards Christina.

"Christina likes mangoes..."

Christina was now pregnant with a child, so of course, she could eat whatever she liked. But he was

surprised that Patrick could tolerate her.

Charles was now certain that this dazzling Steinway grand piano must have been bought in the name

of Christina.

Mr. Hopkins raised his eyebrows slightly and he suddenly laughed when thinking about something.

He was no longer in a bad mood. He drank the cold tea in one go...

A reckless and ruthless man like Patrick could be decisive in dealing with business, but he may feel

empty and lonely.

He hesitated because he cared about her.

Sometimes, even he himself did not know that his hesitation actually represented his concern.

The one he was concerned about the most was the one he loved the most.