Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 62

He put down the coffee cup and walked out quickly. I followed him and asked, "What happened?"

Seth looked at me with some hesitation. After a while, he said, "Nothing. Do your own work." However, there was a bad feeling rising in my heart.

Assuming that my work today wasn't particularly important, I made a decision on my own and followed him downstairs. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Seth focused on talking on the phone. So he didn't notice that I was followinghim. When he was about to start the car, I rushed over and got into the passenger's seat quickly.

When he saw me, his face becale gloomy as he said, "Go back to work."

I asked him, "Tell me what happened."

At first, Seth didn't want to say anything. But the matter was so urgent that he had to start the car.

On the way, he told me that the worker who had done something to the glue in the studio project was found dead at the construction site.

Moreover, he had passed away last night. But his body was found today!

When I heard his words, I faintly felt that this was not an accident.

By the time Seth and I arrived at the scene, the police had been there. And the body of the worker was still there.

It wasn't until this time that I knew that the worker was called Ronald Weil.

Seeing him lying on the ground, I remembered how he had said with tears that he wasn't having an easy life in the police station back then.

He had three children. As a father, he passed away just like that. What should his family do?

After the police were done collecting evidence at the scene, they took the body to the medical examiner.

After a series of tests, it was basically confirmed that Ronald had died suddenly.

Because none of his family was here. Seth and I helped to send his body to a funeral house on the same day, bought a coffin and a shroud, and asked an undertaker to help make up for the body.

We had been busy for a whole day.

By the time I went home, it was already 11 p.m.

I opened the door, only to find that the light in the room was on and Patrick was sitting on the sofa. And there was a mobile desk with a laptop on it in front of him.

He was typing quickly on the keyboard.

"How, how did you get in?"

All the way from the morgue to the funeral house today, I had seen things related to the deceased.

Despite saying so, I felt especially warm to see him at home.

I felt a little more at ease.

"When I left this morning, I took the spare key." When Patrick spoke, he did not even take his eyes off the screen.

"A spare key?"

I didn't even know where the spare key was!

"How dare you turn my house upside down?"

I looked around and found that my house didn't changed much.

At this time, Patrick finally put down the work in his hand and approached me. Then he sniffed and smelled me. After that, he slightly frowned and asked, "Where have you been? Why do you smell like this?"

Hearing his question, I changed my shoes and stood in front of the floor- to- ceiling windows. Looking at the lights outside the windows, I told him what had happened today.

In the end, I frowned and said to myself, "The way you see it, once his wife and his three children know that he has passed away. How sad should they be? The breadwinner of the family is gone. What should they do with their family?"

I wasn't the one involved in this matter.

However, the scene of him crying in the police station was still vivid in my mind.

As I spoke, I felt a warmth behind me.

Patrick hugged me from behind with his arms around my waist. Then he gently kissed my hair with his thin lips and said in a gentle tone, "We are not sages and we can't help everyone. But if we meet someone miserable, we can help them. I will help them for you."

I looked at the reflection on the floor- to-ceiling window, feeling absent-minded for a moment.

I wondered whether if it was because I was sentimental after seeing someone die that I didn't hate Patrick at all today.

I shook my head, "No need. I have money now. I can help them by myself."

That night, Patrick wanted to sleep in the master bedroom with me. I didn't refuse him.

We just hugged each other and slept without doing nothing.

On the third day after that matter, as soon as I arrived at the entrance of the company, I saw a group of people gathered in front of the office building, from which came a baby's crying.

I squeezed in and saw a woman with three children. Her eldest daughter was kneeling on the ground. And the two babies who were still in their cradles were put on the ground, crying miserably.

Behind them, there was a white banner printed with black words, which read "Glorious Seth Design, you owe me my husband's life!"

I knew who these people were at once!

"Everyone, do me a favor! Glorious Seth Design is a merciless company. They asked my husband worked day and night non-stop to expedite their project. In the end, he was exhausted and died suddenly at the construction site! It isn't until his body was hard that he was found!"

"He's the breadwinner of my family. I stay at home raising three children alone. And I can't go out to work. He's dead. What should I do?"

Ronald's wife cried and made a fuss there.

The people around her looked at her with sympathy.

Someone took out the wallet and gave her money.

I knew that Glorious Seth Design didn't exploit the workers to expedite the project. But I couldn't say it here.

I left the crowd and sneaked back upstairs.

As soon as I entered the office, I found that the atmosphere in the office was very depressing. No one said a word. And many people looked at the screen in a daze.

I went to Seth's office and found that Seth was not there.

Later, I found out that he had contacted the police to find a way to solve this problem.

About an hour later, Ronald's wife and her three children were brought up by Seth and the police.

As soon as she came up, she began to cry bitterly.

The young receptionist quickly served her with tea and water. Moreover, she bought a milk bottle and milk powder specially for the twins. After making the milk, she began to feed them.

The police also followed up.

They began to discuss how to make up to Ronald's wife.

Ronald's wife said greedily, "Three million dollars."

We couldn't accept this price at all. But Ronald's wife suddenly changed her mind and asked for five million dollars instead!

The police also felt that Ronald's wife had asked for a little too much.

I watched the scene on the side and found that when Ronald's wife was talking about the money, her face was full of guilt as well.

I faintly felt that it wasn't her who wanted so much money. Instead, it was someone who had told her to ask for so much.

On the side, the police said that even if she filed a lawsuit, the compensation for such a case was no more than 500 thousand dollars. Generally, it would only be 200 or 300 thousand dollars. And the police reminded her that she needed to pay the lawyer by herself.

Ronald's wife looked at the police in confusion as if she had no idea at all.

Later, she said that she wanted to think about it again.

Seth paid in his own money and booked a suite near the company for Ronald's wife and her three children so that they could live there.

At that time, Ronald's wife was full of gratitude to him.

Originally, we all thought that there would be a turning point in this matter. But we didn't expect that Ronald's wife would come to sit on the sofa the next day.

She located me accurately in the crowd and said, "Five million dollars! Even a penny less isn't allowed! My husband used to hurt someone for a woman named Charlotte Archer in your company! It probably was her who did something to kill my husband!"

Her tone was tough, indicating clearly that she was well prepared.