Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 69

In fact, I could relate to the client. After all, a person had died in his new house. And it was true that he couldn't go on living there.

The house was a villa with a market price of millions of dollars. For a small- sized company like Seth's company, which had just been operating for a few years, it simply couldn't afford it at all.

If there was a lawsuit, it would be more difficult for Glorious Seth Design to establish a foothold in the industry. And at that time, it would be on the verge of closing down.

Hearing Angie's words, I couldn't be more guilty.

Anyway, Ronald Weil's matter started everything.

Angie got her coffee and went to the construction site.

I took a car alone to Glorious Seth Design's office.

When I went into the office, I found that nobody was at the front desk. In the office where I used to stay, nobody was seen except for some computers in several compartments.

It seemed that the designers who had worked there before had resigned.

I went to Angie's office again.

I saw that there were a lot of odds and ends on her desk as usual.

After walking around, I finally arrived at Seth's office.

I put my ears on the door and heard that he was speaking on the phone. It seemed that he was borrowing money from someone.

I could tell that his tone sounded very humble.

I was very upset.

"It's all my fault, isn't it?"

I took out the bank card Rosy gave me from my bag and knocked on the door.

Seth was obviously a little upset when he saw me. I could see that his face was very pale and that the dark circles under his eyes looked terrible, indicating that he hadn't slept well for many days.

He barely tried to look less exhausted, put on a smile, and said to me, "Charlotte, what made you come here?"

I put the bank card in his hand, "Seth, there are 1.2 million dollars in it. Although it's a small amount, you can take it first. My grandmother said that my annual dividends will be transferred to this bank card. It's almost at the end of the year. So the money should arrive soon."

However, Seth would never accept my bank card.

He put the bank card back in my hand and curled up the corner of his mouth, "Oh, Charlotte, even if I'm down, I won't ask you for help."

"Seth."

I don't want to embarrass him. But I had known everything going on in Glorious Seth Design and knew that he couldn't hang on any further.

Seth patted my hand and said, "I have something to do. I'm sorry that I can't accompany you today."

After that, he picked up the suit on the hanger and put it on.

The suit, which suited him quite much a few weeks ago, looked much looser on his body at this time.

I went around with an empty stomach in the empty office of Glorious Seth Design. Looking at the empty work stations, I felt very upset.

When I went home in the evening, unexpectedly, Patrick was at home.

I hid in the guest bedroom alone and tried my best to avoid him.

Then I fell asleep on my bed in a daze. It was unknown how long I had been sleeping. Then I heard my cell phone ringing. After that, I took it over and picked it up vaguely.

After that, I put the phone next to my ear.

"Hey, do you know Seth Hyde?"

Over the phone, there was a voice of a young man with a dialect.

These words made me sober in an instat, "Yes!"

Then I looked at the cell phone and saw that the caller ID was Seth.

The one over the phone explained the situation to me. Basically, Seth was drunk. The young man couldn't be accessed to his cell phone since Seth's cell phone was locked with a password. And only the function of dialing the close ones on his cell phone wasn't affected.

And Seth namd me as the only close person on his cell phone...

So the young man called me.

When I thought of Seth's haggard look when I had seen him during the day, I suddenly became nervous.

I promised to go there right away.

After the phone was hung up, I looked at the time and saw that it was 1:20 a.m.

I put on a coat and went out.

I stood at the entrance of the residential quarter. At this time, there wasn't any taxi on the street which had been noisy and busy on usual days at all. And I couldn't even book a car online successfully.

When I was very anxious, someone drove a black car out of the parking lot on the side and slowly stopped in front of me.

The car window was lowered. Patrick sat in the car and said to me, "Where are you going? I'll send you there."

Even if I was reluctant, I was more worried about Seth. So I had no choice but to get in his car.

Seth was having a meal in a restaurant named Sea Harbour Seafood Restaurant.

By the time I arrived there in Patrick's car, the parking lot in front of the restaurant was already empty.

It seemed that all the guests had left.

I got off the car quickly and looked around for Seth...

"Ugh!"

In the dark night, I heard someone throwing up.

I followed the sound and saw Seth squatting by a tree and vomiting non-stop at the pit.

I held him and shouted, "Seth!"

Seth was a little confused at this time. But when he looked at me, he slightly narrowed his eyes, revealing a beautiful smile, "Charlotte, why are you here?"

"Seth, you've drunk too much. I'll take you home."

"No... I... Ugh!"

Seth vomited again as he spoke.

A drunk man was especially weak and unconscious. As he leaned his whole body completely on me, I squatted down and struggled to support him.

Seth vomited for a while. But he was not sober at all in the end. He leaned on me and said with excitement, "Charlotte, don't worry. Glorious Seth Design won't fail. According to Mr. West today, as long as I drink up ten glasses of wine, he will invest 20 million dollars in my company!"

Hearing Seth's words, I felt sour in my heart.

It was all my fault, wasn't it?

But he tried his best to drink alcohol!

I know that I couldn't tell him the truth currently. So I could only say, "Seth, you are very powerful. And Glorious Seth Design surely will get better and better." NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

I squatted down and couldn't get up at all.

Seeing this, Patrick came over and helped me move Seth to the back seat.

The smell of alcohol permeated quickly in the luxury car. I apologized to Patrick, "Sorry, Mr. Cowell. Seth drank too much."

Patrick glanced at me through the rearview mirror. Without saying anything, he started the car.

"Ugh!"

As soon as the car started, I heard the voice indicating that Seth was going to throw up. Fearing that Patrick's car would be stained, making Patrick angry, I quickly reached out my hand to catch what he was going to throw up.

However, it seemed that nothing was in my hand but a few drops of saliva.

When I looked over again, I saw something dark red on my palm by the dim street lights.

It was blood!

"Seth!" I became nervous and said to Patrick,

"Mr. Cowell, can you send us to the hospital?"

Patrick continued to drive. And I didn't know whether Patrick would agree to my request or not.

Along the way, I had been taking care of Seth, fed him water, and wiped his blood. Then I let him lean on my shoulder as I patted his back gently.

Finally, the car stopped.

I turned around and found that we were at the Holy Spirit Hospital.

In fact, I wanted to refuse to come here. But I was afraid of delaying Seth's illness.

Helplessly, I had to open the car door.

Several doctors had been waiting at the entrance of the hospital for a long time. As soon as the car stopped, they ran over and put Seth on the stretcher.

Then they sent him to the hospital.

I, who was worried about Seth, was about to follow the doctors. But Patrick grabbed my wrist with his big hand and pulled me with force. The next second, I was in his strong arms.

Patrick's angry voice came from the top of my head, "He surely will get the best treatment here. Can't you pay attention to me now?"