Remarry My Ex-wife: Love Heals A Broken Heart

Chapter 21: Waiting For Death 

Bang! Zac set the lunch box down on the table with great strength in an attempt to attract Patricia's attention, but she continued to lie there facing the wall without any response, as if she had lost her sense of hearing.

A wave of frustration overcame Zac, but he tried his best to suppress it.

Since she was a patient now, he didn't want to snap at her and make her feel worse.

"You are very weak!"

He picked up the lunchbox and held it out to her again.

"You need more nutrition.You'd better eat something!"

This time, Patricia finally turned and rose halfway from the bed, supporting her body with her hand.

Zac thought that she was going to take the lunch box from him, but unexpectedly, she swung her hand and knocked the lunch box to the floor.

The box fell to the floor with a loud crash.

A crisp sound of porcelain's breaking down came through.

Ignoring the mess and the noise, Patricia looked at Zac fiercely and shouted, "Fuck off!"

Zac had his head lowered to look at the mess on the floor, but when he heard Patricia's yelling, his eyes snapped back to her in anger.

When he saw the undisguised hatred on her face, he immediately lost all interest in taking care of her, and the words that came out of his mouth next were even more hurtful.

"Fine! Then you just wait here for death alone!"

Zac clenched his fists as he stared at her.

He really wished he could rip out her heart to see if she had any sense of shame.

How could she be bold enough to sleep with another man and have a child behind her husband's back and now act like she did nothing wrong? With that thought, his resolve strengthened, and he turned around to leave.

Looking at his receding back, Patricia burst into a fresh wave of tears.

"You bastard...Why did you do this to me? Why? Why?"

With her hands tightly holding her head, Patricia buried her head between her legs and sobbed hard.

Why did God treat her like this? In the past, God had taken away her grandpa, who had been her only source of warmth in the Sampson family, and he had even made her mother suffer a lot.

Now, he had taken away her baby.

Why? What crime had she committed in her past life to deserve such a fate in this one? She was in so much pain that she felt like her heart couldn't contain it anymore.

"Patricia, are you okay?"

While Patricia was crumbling to depression, she heard her mother's worried voice coming from the door of the ward.

Thinking that she was just imagining things, she held her head even tighter and continued to sob in a low voice.

"Patty!"

Seeing that Patricia was in so much pain that she didn't even want to raise her head, Giselle walked quickly to her side and held her in her arms.

Tears fell down her cheeks as she looked at her daughter in such a sad state.

"My poor Patricia...How could this happen to you?"

Patricia finally raised her head and turned in a daze.

It turned out that her mother was really here.

Seeing that her mother was also crying, she couldn't help but throw her hands around her mother's waist and bury her face against her stomach before bursting into tears again.

"Mom...I'm in so much pain! It really hurts...I can't take it! It hurts so much!"

As Patricia cried, her shoulders trembled violently.

"I know, I know.Zac told me everything,"

Giselle said in a low voice, holding Patricia's shoulders tightly and caressing her back to soothe her.

Her heart was also bleeding.

She had had to suffer so much in the past.

Why did her daughter have to suffer as well? "Mom, what did I do wrong? Why did he want to kill his own child? Why is he so cruel to me? Was it my fault for falling in love with him?"

Patricia couldn't understand what she had done wrong.

Deep in her heart, she knew that it was not her fault, and yet, she couldn't help but blame herself.

"No, no, Patricia, it's not your fault! If there is really someone to blame, it's me, not you! If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have been born into the Sampson family and borne so much pain.It's all my fault! I'm so sorry, Patty..." Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Giselle cried.

Every time she saw her daughter suffer, she felt like her heart was bleeding.

It was her fault for being a coward and not daring to resist.

She hadn't dared to stand up and protect her daughter.

That was why Patricia had gone through so much pain.

The truth was, if Giselle had just made up her mind to not marry Sullivan, she could have raised Patricia as a single mother.

Of course, it would have been a hard life, but at least they wouldn't have ended up like this.

But such was human nature.

It was too difficult for a weak person to suddenly become brave.

And Giselle was the best example of that.

"My dear Patty..."

The two of them hugged each other and sobbed.

Three days later, Patricia was getting discharged from the hospital.

For the past three days, Giselle had stayed in the hospital to take care of Patricia.

Zac hadn't shown up at all.

"Mom, you can go back now! It has been three days.Uncle Richard will be worried,"

Patricia urged her mother as she packed up her things.

"Patricia, how about I rent an apartment for you outside? You don't have to go back to the Sampson family's house.If you live outside, I can take good care of you!"

Giselle suggested after thinking for a while.

A self-mocking smile appeared at the corners of Patricia's mouth when she heard what her mother said.

It was a ridiculous idea.

Her mother's home was not hers.

She couldn't go there.

Although Giselle had never shared her grievances with her daughter, Patricia knew that her mother's life was not all sunshine and rainbows.

Other than Richard, almost no one else in the Lowell family liked Giselle.

Of course, Patricia knew that she would be walking right into the lion's den if she went back to the Sampson family's house.

She was not naive enough to think that her father would let her go after the fight she had had with Yolanda and Lyndsy that day.

Although she didn't want to go back and face the music, she had to.

She didn't want her mother to worry about her.

This was also human nature.

One would often hurt themselves for the sake of keeping their loved ones happy.

So, instead of speaking out about the pain in her heart, Patricia endured it silently and hid it in a corner, only tending to it when no one was around.

She slowly dealt with the wound, waiting for it to scab.

But every time the wound healed, it would be torn apart again by others.

And then she would once again have to deal with the wound, waiting for it to scab...

It was a never-ending cycle of pain.

"Mom, why do you want to rent an apartment? I'll just go home.Don't worry.I can take care of myself!" Patricia said with faux confidence, beaming at Giselle as if nothing was wrong.

"Patricia..."

Giselle could see right through her daughter, so she opened her mouth to persuade her.

But before she could say anything, she suddenly heard Patricia's cold words.

"What are you doing here?"

Patricia's voice was filled with disgust, and it was obvious that she had no interest in seeing the person that her words were directed at.

The smile on her face froze in an instant, and was replaced by indifference.

Following her gaze, Giselle turned around and looked at the door.

Zac was standing there dressed in a suit, and the expression on his face almost mirrored Patricia's.

"Zac, when did you get here? Come on in!"

Giselle greeted Zac warmly, as if she didn't know that he and Patricia had divorced.

She just hoped that the two of them could work things out, because she knew that her daughter still loved Zac.

Zac nodded and walked into the ward.

The whole time, he had his eyes fixed on Patricia's.

Was there disgust in her eyes? Or was he thinking too much?