Christina found the voice familiar.
She was pale due to the loss of blood. She looked back at the man in a blurred vision.
The man was half squatting behind her. His sword-brows were hidden behind his short black hair hidden, and his nose and the outline of the Eurasian hybrid made him handsome and delicate.
This man was born noble and aloof. Just a glance at him left a deep impression on others.
Of course, Christina recognized him.
'It was him.'
'That bastard who slept with me...'
"Don't touch me..."
Christina struggled and shouted stubbornly, unwilling to let him touch her.
The loss of blood made her pale, and there were whispers of discussion all around her. The people here were laughing at and cursing her but defending Carrie and her daughter.
'I didn't hit the little girl. '
She was like being isolated by the whole world. Desperately and helplessly, She was pushing the man, unwilling to give in.
"Go, go away..." Christina struggled and shouted.
But all of a sudden, she passed out...
Patrick saw her suddenly close her eyes.
Only then did he notice that her body was so hot and even though he shook her, she had no reaction.
Anxiety appeared on his cold and indifferent face, and he immediately picked her up...
Christina was weak and her eyes were tightly closed, and she was drawn to sleep.
"Tina." She even heard someone call her by her nickname anxiously in her dream.
When her mother was alive, she often called her Tina. She was once the apple of the eye of the Dickens Family, but...
When she was 17, her father, Donald, brought home his mistress. After her mother died, she broke up with her father.
After leaving the Dickens Family, she lived a life of poverty and frugality. No one knew that she was the daughter of the richest man in the neighboring city. Marrying Cory, she never coveted his family's money but just wanted a happy family.
But this marriage was a complete tragedy to her.
Christina struggled in pain on the bed. It seemed that she was having a nightmare.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes and gasped for air, sweat oozing from her forehead.
She looked at the white ceiling above her head in a daze. She regained her senses and smelled of disinfectant at the tip of her nose. She knew she was now in a hospital.
"Miss Dickens, you're awake."
A nurse stood by the bed and greeted her with a smile after seeing her wake up.
Christina wiped the cold sweat off her forehead, took a deep breath, and looked at the nurse. "What-what's wrong with me..."
Her body was still very weak and her memory was messy. She remembered she had quarreled with Carrie, then she was pushed by Cory and fell down, and there was blood, and that man...
The nurse carefully changed the injection, and she whispered in a respectful tone, "Miss Dickens, you're pregnant."
Christina was startled. She thought she was hearing her wrong.
The nurse smiled with blessing, "Congratulations, Miss Dickens, you've been pregnant for six weeks..."
Christina's face was completely devoid of joy. Instead, there was a look of shock and trepidation.
Christina subconsciously stroked her flat abdomen with her right hand. With a shocked expression, she got up from the bed excitedly, "How-how could I be pregnant!"
'How could I get pregnant...'
Christina's mind went blank.
It was as if something serious had happened in the hospital, and everyone looked nervous.
The door of the ward was hastily pushed open and several doctors walked in quickly...
The nurse saw that she wanted to get up and quickly pushed her back onto the bed. "Miss Dickens, you can't move now."
"Miss Dickens, the injury in your arms has caused excessive loss of blood, and recently, you've been malnourished and under too much emotional stress... Luckily you were sent to the hospital in time, otherwise, you would lose your baby. For the time being, you can't move..." An old doctor in a white coat said.
"Chief, Miss Dickens's vital signs have all returned to normal..." The other doctors quickly check on her.
"Miss Dickens, how are you feeling now? Are you feeling well?"
Christina's eyes were dazed, and her mind went blank as she looked at the group of nervous and busy doctors in front of her.
The hallway outside the ward was even noisier...
Cory's angry voice came over, "Mom, why did you ask me to be here? I don't want to see her!"
"Did you hear about her great behaviors? She hit my Jasmine, who is your own granddaughter."
"How dare you mention this?"
Laurie's face darkened with anger. "Cory, I've told you before. I don't care how you mess around with them, but how dare you brought them over to the Hopkins Family's party..."
"Now that Christina is pregnant, you should be nice to her. You should pray that your grandfather won't know you cheating. Go in and see her..."
"Christina is pregnant?" Cory was stunned.
Then his face grew grim, and he stepped forward and urged, "Mom, what did you just say?"
"Christina is pregnant! How could she be pregnant? I've never slept with her..." He yelled angrily.
Laurie looked shocked.
"You've been married for three years. How could you..." Never touched her.
So, now that Christina was pregnant. It was...
"The child is mine."
The cold voice, word by word, followed by footsteps, came slowly from the other end of the corridor.
In the corridor of the VIP floor of the hospital, a group of people came quickly, even Mr. Hopkins.
At this moment, the entire corridor fell silent.
Laurie and the others were speechless in shock, and that cold voice kept ringing...
"The child is mine." It was Patrick.
Laurie looked at Patrick in front of her and she forced a smile. "Patrick, stop joking. You've been living abroad, and you two never know each other."
"I know Christina..." Patrick's face was cold.
As he spoke, he looked around at everyone.
He repeated in a cold voice, "She's carrying my baby."
"What did you say?"
With a bang, Mr. Hopkins smashed the crutch in his hand hard on the floor.
"Patrick, explain to me!" The old man warned coldly.
In the corridor of the hospital, everyone around them was trembling with fear.
It had been many years since Mr. Hopkins lost his temper.
The butler at the side saw Mr. Hopkins so angry that he hurriedly stepped forward and said nervously, "Old Master, take care of yourself. You are with high blood pressure."
He added, "This must be a misunderstanding..."
Patrick pursed his lips and did not intend to say anymore, and his eyes looked thoughtfully into the ward.
On the hospital bed, Christina's face was pale, her eyes empty, and her mind in a mess.