'Missing?'

After leaving the Dickens Family, she did not return to the hotel and was nowhere to be found.

"What the hell is Christina doing? She's not picking up her cell phone. Is she doing this on purpose?" Charles, who was also looking for her, complained.

Patrick looked at the sun slowly setting in the west. Emotions were restrained on his cold face and he was a little agitated.

"Patrick." Chandler hurriedly parked in front of the hotel and said to him, sticking his head out of the window, "We found her. She's in the cemetery..."

'Cemetery?'

As soon as Patrick and others arrived at the cemetery, they recognized the woman squatting in front of the stone tablet in the west cemetery area. It was Christina.

Patrick's face was complicated as he stumped towards her.

"Christina! Can you stop?!"

He stood by her side and said coldly to her with anger, "Are you deliberately making others worried and trying to satisfy your vanity by making everyone frantically look for you? Christina, don't play the game of hide-and-seek anymore. If something happens to the child, you can't afford it."

"I know! I know! I'm just a tool for you to have children!" She suddenly raised her head and shouted excitedly with a resentful look.

Patrick looked into her red eyes, frowning.

He glanced at the tombstone in front of her. The name Mary was engraved on it, which was her mother's grave.

As the sun began to set in the west, the day darkened. They looked at each other in silence.

In this gloomy cemetery, it seemed a little strange...

For a long time, Patrick said coldly, "Go back." His voice sounded much calmer than before.

Without responding to him, Christina still squatted in front of the tombstone and refused to leave.

Patrick lowered his eyes and looked at her thin body. He was a little annoyed and yelled, "Christina, what the hell is wrong with you? Don't be so childish. I have no patience with women!"

"Come back with me!" he repeated.

"Leave me alone."

With her head down, she stared at the black-and-white picture of her mother on the tombstone, trying to fight back tears in her eyes.

Patrick was furious and said, "Your mother has been dead for six years. Don't be so dramatic. I don't have that much time for you. Come back with me now!"

Patrick, who really didn't have much patience with women, bent down and pulled her up.

Christina, however, with red eyes, held her mother's tombstone tightly and refused to let it go for no reason.

"No! No!"

Seeing her like this, Patrick scolded in anger, "Christina, you are the spoiled daughter of one of the richest families in C City, and your mother is the daughter of the Eisenhowers, a powerful military, and political family. Even if your mother died of illness, Donald married another woman, you still lead a happier life than many people. Stop being sad. You have no reason to do this. Get up!"

"Patrick, you don't know anything, anything!"

Christina got so emotional after hearing his words and she shouted at him excitedly.

Her eyes were red as she recalled the Dickens Family, clenching her hands.

The pain that had piled up in her heart made her heartbroken.

Christina raged, tears glistening in the corner of his eyes, "My mother committed suicide!"

The thought of her dead mother made her shed tears.

"Connie and Carrie were poor students in the mountains. My mother supported them by giving them money so that they could go to college in the city. In the end, Connie, that b*tch, seduced that bastard Donald and got pregnant..."

As Christina choked, she raised her head and looked straight at Patrick, shouting at him.

"Did you know that Connie was only three years older than me? Donald brought her home when she was only 20. He said he wanted a son, and he wanted to divorce my mother! That motherf*cker doesn't deserve to be a father."

"Why! Why should he? He was just a poor boy back then. He was appreciated and nurtured by my grandfather. That is why he has gotten the wealth and power he possesses today. I hate him, I hate him. I really want him dead."

And then...

"That night, I had a fight with Connie. My mother came forward to help me out of fear. She accidentally pushed Connie and she fell down and had a miscarriage as a result. My father sent my mother to prison because of that. He sent my mother, his wife to prison. Can you believe that?"

"In the end, she died!"

"My mother died. She killed herself in prison!"

Christina was unable to control her tears. Ever since she left the Dickens Family, she had been telling herself to be patient and strong.

She moved to A City with her aunt, Betty, and lived a frugal life. Afraid that her aunt would worry about her, she kept everything to herself.

She endured all these years of suffering in the Hampton Family and the Dickens Family, but today she didn't want to bear it anymore.

She hugged the cold tombstone, tears rolling down the tombstone.

Patrick fixed his eyes on her, a trace of bewilderment flashing through his cold and steady face.

She cried, loudly.

About the Dickens Family, about her mother's suicide, she had always been afraid to recall as she even felt that it was herself who killed her mother.

Donald didn't pursue Connie's miscarriage because her mother committed suicide in prison, but he still insisted on marrying Connie.

Christina hated her heartless father, who insisted on marrying Connie so soon after her mother's death.

She completely hated the Dickens Family. After transferring to a junior high school, she left with her aunt.

But why?

"Why did Cory do the same to me? He cheated on me. He was with Carrie. Why Connie's sister? They were like ghosts, haunting me, making me suffer..."

Christina sobbed, and her face was wet with tears.

Tears slid down her cheeks as she looked helplessly at the sky with blurry eyes.

"Why..."

"Why did they do this to me..."

She turned to look at Patrick in front of her, outraged.

"All I want is a warm home. Why is it so hard? I've been working hard. No matter what I do, I'll do my best. But why did God do this to me?"

She cried out in despair and sobbed helplessly, "What did I do wrong? Tell me what I did wrong. Why did they do this to me..."

Patrick remained silent, looking at her stubborn, teary face.

Christina gradually stopped crying. She turned her head away from him.

She curled up, bearing the pain all by herself. She did not want to talk about her private affairs with others, because they were too painful.

But when she went back to the Dickens Family today and saw Donald and the two sisters, she was filled with hatred!

In this desolate cemetery, her thin shoulders were shinning in the reflected rays of the setting sun. Patrick looked at her thin back and tightened his right hand.

He didn't know what to say. He never knew how to comfort people, especially women.

"Don't cry."

Finally, he managed to say that awkwardly. His tone was cold and clear, and it didn't sound comforting at all.

"It's none of your business!" Christina pursed her lips, feeling that he was laughing at her.

She wiped the tears and sobbed, building a wall in her heart.

"You look ugly when you cry," Patrick said after thinking for a long time.

Hearing his words, Christina immediately raised her head and glared at him.

"Let's go back. Do you want to spend the night in this cemetery?" Patrick ignored her glare and urged her coldly.

Knowing it was dark, Christina lowered her head with a hesitant look.

Patrick, who was not a patient person, turned around and was about to leave.

"Christina, have you had enough? You're not going back, are you? You can stay here alone tonight!"

"My legs are numb!" She yelled angrily at him.

With that, Christina was embarrassed again. She had been squatting for too long...

Patrick paused for a moment and turned to look at her reddish side face. For a moment, he felt funny.

"What, what are you doing?"

She was shocked as the man squatted down and pulled up her trousers.

"Christina, from now on, you'd better not talk!"

He lifted her trousers, and when he saw that her sprained ankle had turned red and swollen, his face darkened.

'This woman is really troublesome.'

Christina was carried out of the cemetery by him, and she didn't struggle in his arms. Although she was still not used to it, she had a strange feeling that Patrick would not hurt her.

"Christina, why are your eyes so red? Why are you in Patrick's arms?" Charles teased when he saw them coming.

Christina blushed as they stared at her. She immediately turned over and buried her face in Patrick's chest. It was so embarrassing.

"Drive."

Patrick carried her into the car and said in a flat tone.

Charles stopped teasing her, seeing Patrick's posture. The car drove steadily towards the hotel, during which Charles asked enthusiastically what to eat tonight.

Patrick, who ignored them, glanced down at Christina's blushing face.

'It turns out that this woman knows how to be shy.'

At night, Christina was only allowed to eat tasteless nutritious meals. After taking a shower, she fell asleep very soon perhaps because she got so emotional today.

Patrick went to the doctor to check her ankle injury, and it was not serious, but she was suggested to have a rest cure. She had stayed in the hotel suite for two days. As for the Dickens Family, neither of them mentioned it.

"Christina, you are really torturing me." Early in the morning, Charles complained.

"My foot is healed. I don't need you. I can go by myself."

Christina looked at a message on her cell phone. It was about the hundredth anniversary of her high school alma mater. It was just around here. She wanted to go and take a look.

Charles's face darkened. Patrick asked him to take care of Christina because he was very busy. But he would take the blame if she got hurt.

"We'll go back to A City tomorrow. Just stay here today." Charles refused.

"I want to go!"

She insisted as there was nothing to miss about C City except that school.

"Where?" asked Patrick, who happened to come from the other side of the corridor.

Charles immediately said, trying to shift the responsibility, "Your wife said she wanted to go to C City's first high school. I remember that you came back and stayed at that high school for a while six years ago. You guys can go there together..."

"You spent some time in my school?"

Christina was curious as to why she was not very impressed with Patrick, a guy with an outstanding appearance.

Patrick's eyes darkened and his expression suppressed complex emotions.

Charles was startled and immediately shut up.

It was till then he remembered Patrick's taboo and realized that he couldn't mention what happened that year.