Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 138

"Charlotte." Caroline took my hand and asked sincerely, "Can you tell me what happened in the past three years?"

"Do you want to know about it?"

I looked at her suspiciously.

I wondered if she was sincere or she was trying to trick me...

"Yes, I want to know about it!" Caroline pulled me, acting like a good sister to me previously. Then she said, "I asked my mother and dad. But they refused to tell me. They just said that I didn't marry Mr. Cowell..."

In fact, the current Caroline was more like a good sister to me.

She probably indeed had lost her memory.

Or her acting skills probably were better than that before.

I pondered on it for a moment and asked her, "Then tell me first, why do you think you will marry Patrick? After all, you haven't known each other for a long time before you get married."

"We... We've known each other since our childhood!"

Caroline looked at me innocently.

"Did you know each other ever since your childhood? How come I don't know about it? Tell me the details."

I wanted to know why on earth Patrick and Caroline had to be entangled with each other.

Caroline seemed to be overwelmed by my question.

She looked at me with a blank look in her eyes as if she was thinking about something.

But soon she squatted down in pain, "My head hurts... It hurts so much..."

"Are you okay?"

I squatted down to see if she was pretending.

Caroline's eyes were full of tears. She covered her head with her hands. And as her body seemed to be still trembling, she looked very painful.

I disregard whether she wa pretending or not...

I called the ambulance.

While we were waiting for the ambulance, Raina came out. When she saw Caroline, she said directly, "Charlotte Archer, isn't she the wife of Mr. Cowell, your sister?" ’Huh?" As soon as she said that, Caroline, who was still in pain previously, suddenly raised her head.

She grabbed her and asked, "What did you just say? Who is the wife of Mr. Cowell?"

Her eyes were full of tears.

Her grabbing startled Raina as well. She looked at Caroline and then at me as if she had seen a ghost, "Mr., Mr. Cowell..."

"Which Mr. Cowell?"

"Patrick Cowell."

After Raina finished speaking, she, who was scared, ran away.

Caroline covered her head with one hand as she looked at me, "She, she just said that I was Mr. Cowell's wife. Why did you lie to me?"

I said calmly, "She's lying to you."

I said calmly.

"No... no, you surely are lying to me. You all are lying to me! Why are you lying to me?"

Besides tears, there was uneasiness in Caroline's eyes.

There were also doubts.

Judging from her look, I knew that she didn't look like to be pretending at all.

I was a little confused for a moment. When she grabbed me, her hands were still shaking. And the look on her face indicated that she was in pain. It seemed that her head still ached.

At this time, the ambulance came.

A doctor got out of the ambulance and asked me about the situation. I gave him the address of Holy Spirit Hospital and left.

I went to a construction site.

That evening, Patrick drove the driver's car to pick me up.

In the car, I couldn't help telling him what had happened that afternoon.

Hearing my words, Patrick was silent for a while. Only then did he say, "When it comes to this matter, we can only wait and see how its situation will change. I also consulted some psychologists. According to them, Caroline is suffering selective amnesia."

After that, Patrick told me what the psychologists had said.

Roughly speaking, Caroline not only lost her memory, but also changed the root of all the mistakes she had ascertained based on her ideal thinking, transforming it into new memory.

After hearing him out, I couldn't come to my senses for a moment.

"Can she still do that?" I looked at Patrick suspiciously, "So is her current behavior a fake act or not?"

"I don't know. According to the doctor, some people will change their character after they lose their memory."

Patrick's words confused me.

However, I always felt that Caroline's current character was exactly what she had been pretending to be.

Could it be that she, who wanted her character to be like this, changed her character after she lost her memory and reorganized her memory?

Patrick and I went home together.

It was Friday today. Patrick had rested for the whole day yesterday. Before we could eat anything at home yet, he pounced on me like a hungry wolf, justifying his behavior as...

I was his appetizer before the meal.

The fact that his left hand had been injured indeed didn't affect his movement at all.

We made love before having dinner.

After dinner, I held a computer in my arms, working on the design.

The theme of the intermediary match this time, that was, the Hospital, reminded me that when I spent my childhood in an orphanage, a child told me that she wished there would be a hospital full of candy so that she wouldn't be afraid of going to the hospital.

This time, I want to draw a lovely hospital.

It was a hospital for the children.

Although the candy inside wasn't real candy, they were all made into the shape of the candy.

When I was busy with the design, I wanted to check some information. So I clicked open a web page.

After that, I logged onto the social media platform.

As a result, a few hottest- searched topics made my heart tremble!

"What's going on?"

"Why did Caroline's matter show up in the hottest-searched topics again?"

I refreshed the lists of the hottest searched topics several more times.

Every time I refreshed the page, a video of Caroline asking for help after she was raped by gangsters would show up.

I clicked open the comment, only to find that the comment down below was all foul words.

"Someone wants to kill Caroline!" "Or to be more precise, someone is taking advantage of Caroline to hurt me!"

When I realized this point, I immediately went to Patrick's study to look for him with the computer in my arms.

When I entered the study, I heard a voice coming from his computer, "Help, help me..."

I immediately recognized that it

was Caroline's voice in the video.

Patrick was staring at the screen in front of him. And the look on his face was dignified.

So he didn't even notice me after I went in.

"Patrick..."

I called out his name.

After a few seconds, Patrick finally noticed me. Then he looked at me and asked, "Ah?"

I held my laptop and pointed at the video on the laptop. Frowning, I said, "I'm also watching this. Who did this?"

Patrick shook his head.

He looked serious.

"I've asked Wilson to find someone to delete it." Patrick paused and said, "But based on his report, this time,it seems that someone is organizing it behind the scene. The social media accounts which posted this video are all low-level or dummy ones. The speed at which we deleted the posts isn't as fast as that of their posting."

"Do you know who did it?"

I looked at Patrick.

For some reason, as soon as this incident happened, I had a deep sense of crisis.

When I was talking to Patrick, his cell phone rang.

I looked over. Although Patrick didn't save the number, I recognized that it was Gina's number.

He looked at me and answered Gina's call.

As soon as the phone was connected, I heard the cry of Gina, "Mr. Cowell, come and have a look at Caroline. She's hurting herself."

Patrick frowned slightly and opened his mouth, intending to say something. But he didn't say anything in the end.

Gina, who wasn't stupid, seemed to have realized something and immediately said, "Mr. Cowell, I know Charlotte is with you. Come on, both of you should be here quickly. Or my Caroline will die."

Patrick answered in a hoarse voice, "Okay." By the time we arrived there, the police car and ambulance had parked at the door of Archer Family's house.

We entered the room and saw the police and doctors standing in the living room. Gina blocked the door of a bathroom inside a bedroom, forbidding anyone to go in.Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Jeremy stood aside with an anxious look on his face.