Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 548

Four days later, in the special ward of a random hospital.

Maryanne was leaning against the headboard while she looked out of the window and daydream. The doctor was secretly worried about her as they look at her elegant but skinny face.

At this moment, a nurse walked in and whispered to Maryanne, "Miss Smith, Mr. Cook is here to see you."

Maryanne turned her head and gave the nurse a quiet glance. She then nodded gently.

The nurse turned around and invited Milton in. Then she stood behind the doctor.

After exchanging a few words with Milton about Maryanne's condition, the doctor turned to Maryanne and said softly, "Miss Smith, you two carry on. If you do need any help, please do not hesitate to call me." Maryanne nodded.

After the nurse left with the doctor, Milton pulled a chair and sat next to Maryanne. He asked in a pitying tone, "Are you feeling better?"

Maryanne looked at him with smiley eyes, "Why do you have to ask me this every day?"

He glanced at her palm on the quilt which was tightly wrapped in gauze. He said bluntly, "Because I feel distressed."

Maryanne lowered her head and laughed, her voice was filled with loneliness, "You didn't tell my brother and parents about the condition of my hand, didn't you?"

"No, I didn't. I said that you've gone on a trip and will be back in a while," Milton said.

"That's good..." Maryanne nodded. "In a couple of days, I'll video call them when I feel better. I'll make sure they're completely at ease."

"Okay. By the way, after all these days, I've never asked you about... who were those people who kidnapped you?" Milton asked.

Maryanne stared into his eyes and asked in an inaudible tone, "Didn't the other party tell you who they are?"

Milton's eyes flashed. "No, they told me on the phone that you offended a big shot and they wanted to teach you a lesson in private. When I heard this I went searching for you in a hurry but I'm still late. Maryanne, I am very sorry about this."

Maryanne asked in an unusually calm tone, "But I didn't tell them your phone number. How did they get in touch with you?"

Milton paused for a moment and said with his eyes obscured, "Since they're a big shot, it shouldn't be difficult forthem to find my contact. Maryanne, why didn't you call the police after what happened? Why did you choose to stay in the hospital quietly and hide from your relatives?"

Maryanne lowered her gaze and thought for a moment before saying, "It's because my conscience isn't at ease."

Milton looked puzzled and asked, "Not at ease?"

Maryanne tried to cover the truth and said, "Don't ask, you won't want to know."

"That's fine than. I'll respect your decision." Milton looked at her tenderly.

Maryanne pursed her lips and took the initiative to say, "The doctor said that with the current situation of my hand right now the chance of full recovery isn't high. I'm thinking... Why don't we just break up." Milton asked incredulously, "What did you say?"

Maryanne crestfallenly looked at her own hand. "My hand will not recover anymore. Don't you mind that?"

"I don't mind."

Hearing Milton's reply, Maryanne's lips curled into a smile but her expression was desolated. "But I mind. I feel that I'm not good enough for you."

Milton wanted to hold her hand but because of her injury, he changed his mind and held her shoulder. "Don't say that. You are at the most difficult time in your life. I will definitely accompany you through it." Maryanne was touched but she could not help saying, "But... I still can't. My hand has become like this. It's okay if I cover it up a little. But my family would definitely know about it sooner or later if I kept it covered. I don't want to scare them."

"Then... do you have any ideas?" Milton asked.

"I want to leave Northville and go to a place where I don't have to come back so often," Maryanne said these words very quickly, which means that she had already planned this for a long time.

Suddenly Milton remembered what Hobart had told him before. Maryanne was a girl who relied heavily on others. She did not possess any great abilities. She would fail nine out of ten tries, he wanted Milton to take good care of her.

But now, this willful and weak young lady had told him that she wanted to leave Northville and the Smith Family that she relied on heavily. Milton found it funny but Maryanne's expression was telling him that she was serious.

Seeing that Milton went silent for a long time, Maryanne smiled in understanding and said, "I know, Northville is your hometown. You have your mother here... the one you love and you have a very promising job. If you can't give up and let go, you can stay here. Since we've been using each other, it's nothing if we end our relationship now. If my family asked, I'll tell them I have no feelings for you anymore. That's the end for us."

Milton said, "Alright then, After the festive, I have a chance to develop in England. You can come with me if you want to. It would be better as we can take care of each other. After all, it's better than being alone in a strange city without any relatives. What do you think?"

Maryanne's pupils trembled. "But don't you think I'll trouble you?"

Milton said positively, "Not at all, I'm happy to take care of you."

Maryanne did not ask why he treated her so well. Instead, she played along and asked, "Then that's a deal then?"

"Well, it's a deal!" As he had persuaded her, Milton felt relieved.

After coming to a deal, Maryanne changed the subject. "By the way, I've always urged you to get married. I'm deeply sorry for that. I shouldn't just care about my own family's feelings."

"It's fine." Milton looked at her suspiciously. Was this really Maryanne? Why did she suddenly become obedient and sensible?

Did she repent? Or was she putting on an act for him to see?

Suppressing the confusion in his heart, Milton thought that he would have more time in the future, and he could slowly see her real colours.

Later, Milton stayed in the ward for a long time and only left quietly after Maryanne lay down due to tiredness.

As soon as the door was closed, Maryanne immediately popped her eyes open.

Was this man who comforted her with soft words really the same person who threatened to kill her?

Gazing at the door that was between her and Milton, Maryanne's eyes were already filled with tears. Forget it, cause she owe him.

Maryanne knew that Patrick had deliberately let her hear their conversation in order to make her suffer. He did this because she had hurt the woman he cared about the most.

And he had clearly done it. Right now, she was living a life worse than death...

Maryanne could not be cruel enough nor could she be determined to poke a hole in his generosity. It was a cruel relationship. If there was a little chance for atonement, she would seize it no matter what as long as he gave it!

At Land of Fragrance.

Patrick stared at Scarlett, who came out from the bedroom after doing a checkup for Amelia and asked seriously, "Is she pregnant?"

Scarlett first closed the door to avoid disturbing Amelia's rest. Then she turned back and said to Patrick, "Mr. Patrick, can you please not ask me this question every day? I've told you that even if Miss Ramsay was pregnant, it couldn't be discovered immediately."