Spoil My Errant Wife

Chapter 349  

Christina searched the internet on her phone.

The so-called "Love me, love my dog"

meant that one would love someone and care about the people and things related to it.

Crystal had just told Christina that Patrick had interfered with the Dickens Group so much, probably because he loved Christina, so he cared about the Dickens Group.

Christina felt that Crystal was wrong.

The meaning of the old saying was not suitable for Patrick.

Patrick would have started to infiltrate Christina's life a year ago, and even more so, he knew the people and things around her well.

He didn't mean to care but was just used to controlling everything.

When Christina faced Patrick, she often had a feeling that she had to obey, because she did not dare to disobey.

"Christina, when have you been obedient?"

Charles accompanied them back to Donald's ward in the inpatient department to wait.

He turned around and suddenly found it funny, so he asked Christina, who looked worried.

The atmosphere in the corridors of the ICU was heavy.

There were cold footsteps or a few cries of grief in the ward sometimes.

Charles's bright chuckle was a little abrupt here.

Crystal replied in a low voice, "Indeed"

She suddenly felt like laughing too.

When would Christina be obedient? She couldn't be obedient.

Christina looked a little awkward and turned her head away from them.

"Mr.Dickens is awake."

The door of the ward was pushed open, and the old professor called out to the people waiting outside in alow and gentle voice.

All of a sudden, everyone's faces were shocked, and the next second, their faces were filled with joy. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

Mrs.Dickens immediately stood up from her chair and walked forward.

She was too excited that her voice was trembling, "That's great"

Betty held Mrs.Dickens.

Christina and Charles also surrounded the professors and academicians.

"Can we go in and see him? How is he now..."

"Miss Dickens, your father has regained consciousness and is in a better condition than we thought.As for the sequelae of cerebral hemorrhage, we have prepared 37 plans to deal with it at any time..."

Betty quickly took a step forward and held the doctor's hand tightly, "I really appreciate you"

These old professors and academicians who came from abroad were famous internationally.

It was a great honor for them to come here in person.

These authoritative figures who were over fifty were dressed in white coats and stood upright.

They smiled at the Dickens family kindly.They were all calm and steady, showing the arrogance of old scholars.

"You're welcome." The doctor replied simply, neither warm nor cold.

Christina felt that the old men's aura was similar to that of Senior Mr.Hopkins.

She took a step back later and kept her eyes fixed on the ward.She just wanted to know when she could enter the ward.

Charles seemed to be familiar with those professors and called them uncle a few times.

"Miss Dickens, we have a treatment plan for your father, so you don't have to worry too much."

Betty and the others asked some questions about Donald's illness with concern.

The old men answered them patiently, but it was obvious from the conversation that these authoritative people were talking to Christina because they called Miss Dickens every time when they spoke.

Christina showed no expression and just nodded at them.

"I'll go in and see Donald..."

Mrs.Dickens couldn't help but anxiously push open the door of the ward to take a look.

She suddenly thought of something and turned to Christina, "Christina, thank the Hopkins family well later"

Mrs.Dickens was also smart.

A discerning person could tell at a glance that these people were all invited by the Hopkins family, and Charles was just a middleman.

Christina pretended not to hear.

Charles followed those professors and academicians to the office to talk about it in detail.

Christina was sitting alone in a chair in the corridor.

Suddenly, she was not in a hurry to go to see her father and felt relieved.

With Patrick around, there would be no accidents.

It was like habitual thinking in the brain, and she wasn't sure if it counted as a dependency.