Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 184

My heart missed a beat.

I hurriedly protected my mask and shook my head desperately, "No, I can't. It seems that AIDS can be transmitted via saliva too!"

Patrick didn't mind at all. He put one hand beside my ear and said, "Don't be afraid. If that kind of thing happens, let's take the antiexposure drugs together."

He put his hand around my waist. And his hot breath blew on my face.

I could even feel his hot breathing through the mask.

Patrick bent over to kiss my neck and pressed his forehead against my mask...

"Hiss..."

"It hurts!"

I took a deep breath.

Patrick was so scared that he got up immediately, "What's wrong?"

"My face is in pain." I held my face with my hands with an aggrieved look on my face.

I was telling the truth.

Patrick seemed to have realized something

and looked at me with a serious look on his face, "What on earth is going on?"

I was silent. I indeed didn't have the courage to tell Patrick that my face probably had been ruined.

If he knew what, I wondered what would happen.

I didn't even know what was under the bandage now.

Just as I was hesitant, Patrick's cell phone rang. He took out his cell phone and glanced at it. Then he went out to pick up the call.

About five minutes later, he came back.

Behind him, there was a man.

The man, who was about 1.6 meters tall, looked very thin. However, judging from his face, he should be an adult.

As soon as the man came in, he looked around, "Where is the computer? Let me have a look at it."

I was stunned for a moment.

The man wanted to take my computer away without even introducing himself.

His low IQ made me feel like he could only be someone majoring in computer science.

Patrick introduced him to me instead, "This is Malcom, an expert in dealing with computer issues. Show him your computer."

"Okay."

I nodded and quickly took out the computer. Although the computer hadn't been charged, fortunately, it got some power inside.

I handed the computer to the person named Malcom. He quickly turned on the computer and looked at the documents of several systems inside the computer before asking, "Which disk was theExclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

hidden folder placed at that time?"

"E disk."

I replied.

Malcom nodded slightly and quickly made a set of smooth operations. In an instant, several semi- transparent documents which I had never seen before appeared on the E-disk.

But there was no folder in it.

He glanced around and fiddled with some things that I couldn't understand. Finally, he pointed to an ordinary document that wasn't hidden in the C disk and said, "Your computer has indeed been infected with a virus. This virus can get specified files to be downloaded into your computer when your computer is used and connected to the internet."

"Where is it?"

I looked at the screen carefully and felt that what he had pointed to me was nothing but an ordinary document.

"It has been deleted. This virus is very well hidden. It should be that when you started the computer last time, the virus automatically deleted the video file and itself from your computer. If this remaining document is automatically cleaned up by your computer, it will be treated as a trace of use and get deleted as well. In that case, there will be no trace of the existence of this virus in the computer."

Malcom kept explaining how the virus worked to me.

Hearing his words, I was in a daze. Even so, I generally understood that he basically meant that the video was gone.

"Can you find out who did this?"

Patrick asked Malcom.

"Yes, I can. But I need to take this computer back to my home."

"How long will it take?"

I looked at Malcom.

I didn't feel sorry for my computer. Instead, it was that we didn't have much time left.

Malcom thought for a moment and said, "It will take at most two or three hours. But I have to hurry back home now, which will cost me some time as well."

"Okay." Now I could only try more.

Malcom took the laptop and left. Patrick's cell phone rang again.

This time, he didn't go out and picked up the call in the ward. I heard him say, "Jeremy, how's the investigation going on?"

Then Patrick's face became gloomy.

As he held his cell phone, his knuckles were slightly pale.

Without saying anything, he heard Jeremy talking over the phone.

About two minutes later, Patrick said, "I know. Continue to investigate it. We have to find her even if we chase her to the end of the earth!"

When I heard this, I seemed to realize what had happened.

Sure enough, after hanging up the phone, Patrick looked at me and said, "Caroline has gone abroad. Although she went abroad for a short- term study tour, it's hard to find her when she is abroad."

I lowered my eyes slightly.

In that case, this clue was broken...

"If I can't find out the truth, the only thing I can do in the end probably is to take the antiexposure drugs or have a miscarriage."

"I... I can't accept it!"

Patrick saw that I wasn't in a good mood. To comfort me, he walked to my side, sat on the bed, and took me into his arms, "Don't be afraid, I have already sent someone to check Caroline's phone call records. I think the result will come out soon. As for the foreign men, the police are also getting the surveillance videos and looking for them."

"Well, I believe you."

I lowered my head. At this moment, I had no other choice but to believe in Patrick.

After all, with my ability, not to mention 24 hours, even if I had 240 hours, I probably couldn't find anything.

Time ticked by.

I sat on the bed and put my hand on my belly. At the thought that my little baby was inside here, I felt hopeful as well as desperate.

Later, Patrick kept answering the calls.

However, there was no more useful news. Everything seemed to be cut off after Caroline went abroad.

At noon, Patrick asked the servant to send lunch here. Although I didn't have any appetite, I thought of the baby in my belly.

Thinking that the baby probably had a chance to live on, I barely finished the meal.

It was past 3 o'clock in the afternoon. And it was getting closer and closer to the deadline of 24 hours.

When I was lying on the bed and looking at the ceiling as I was full of despair, the door of the ward was pulled open. I turned my head and saw Edwin coming in.

Seeing Patrick in the ward, Edwin hesitated and then said to me, "Cherry has been rescued. But we don't know when she will wake up."

"Well, thank you, Doctor Edwin."

I sat up and replied in a dull voice.

Seeing me like this, Edwin looked at his watch again and couldn't help persuading, "You were sent here at past 22 p.m. yesterday. There are about 7 hours left until the deadline of 24 hours is met. Of course, the sooner you make the decision, the better it will be."

"Yes, I got it."

I sat on the bed as I was in a daze in my mind.

"What should I do?"

"Should I get rid of the child and take the antiexposure drugs?"

"I'm not willing to do that."

I stared at Patrick with tears streaming down my cheeks.

Patrick walked to me, held me in his arms, and wiped the tears on my cheeks with his hands, "Don't cry. It's not the end yet. Don't worry. My people are looking into it."

"But, what if, what if..."

"There's no what if. You'll be fine. And so will be our child."

Patrick patted my back.

I knew that he was comforting me. All the things couldn't be ascertained until I saw it with my own eyes, or those foreign men revealed the truth in person.

When I was choked with sobs, Patrick's cell phone rang again. He picked up the call and listened to the counterpart over the phone. And the look on his face was even more gloomy than before.