My billionaire husband spoils me too much

Christina arrived in Seattle and did not immediately go to the hospital because Charles did not agree.

"It's a shame to take you out to see someone like this. All the family members of Patrick are here. Clean up yourself. I'll pick you up at the hotel later.”

Christina watched him get into the car and drive away. Seattle was very strange to her. Especially standing at the crowded airport exit, she felt a little lonely.

"Miss Dickens." The driver beside her called her name in English.

Coming back to her sense, she followed the driver to the hotel.

The flight from A City to Seattle was about 10 hours and she was tired. Moreover, she had not slept well for the past few days. When she arrived at the hotel suite and looked at herself in the mirror, she looked really haggard.

"He'll be fine..."

She picked up a wet towel and put it on her face. The cold made her sober up, but deep down, she was worried.

Patrick had Old Master Mr. Hopkins, Charles and Chandler by his side, and also had a lot of powerful family and friends to help him. No matter what happened, he would definitely not be in trouble. The worry, guilt, and even a little lowliness were nagging her.

Taking a long breath, she suddenly felt that it was unnecessary for her to come to this strange place. She had a simple meal at the hotel and lay in bed to take a nap. She planned that when Charles came over, she would immediately set off to see Patrick with him at the private hospital

However, she slept for a long time. It was physically exhausting to be pregnant with twins and often felt sleepy.

"Christina, you can really sleep.”

When Charles came over, he grumbled at her. "You were eager to come here. But you're not a doctor. There's no need for you to be here. If you want to sleep, it's better to stay in Hopkins Family."

Hearing the sound outside the door, she jumped up in shock.

"I'm sorry, I'm going to clean up now!" This was the first time she had spoken to him in an anxious and apologetic tone.

Charles stood near the door, looking at her anxious expression and frantically straightening up.

He felt that she was very nervous, which was different from her usual self. Usually, she would not hesitate to refute him.

"Patrick's mother and his sister are at the hospital too. You can go over and meet them. Don't be too nervous. They are easy to get along with.”

"Oh, okay." She nodded at him without further asking.

About his mother and sister, Patrick had never mentioned them to her. She didn't know why, but maybe he thought it unnecessary.

Along the way, she was very quiet as Charles drove to the hospital.

She just pretended that she was not nervous. There was always an intricate feeling in her heart when she had to see his family.

"What kind of person is Patrick's mother?" She looked out of the window and kept guessing in her mind

The hospital in Seattle seemed to have a special zone for the Hopkins Family.

The surroundings didn't look as hectic as the domestic hospitals. In front of them was a five-story white villa, spacious and bright. The medical staff delivered medical supplies in an orderly manner. The greenery here was good, and the sunlight was abundant. It looked like a place for leisure and vacation.

"Patrick is on the fifth floor."

Charles told her, and he then walked to the leftmost office on the first floor in a hurry. "I'm going to find a doctor to ask something. You go up first."

"Okay." She stepped forward and hurried towards the elevator.

He was a little uneasy and turned to her and shouted, "Christina, don't run around. Remember that you promised me not to make trouble for me!"

He remembered the time when he took her to the Fire Club and she was lost. For that, Patrick gave him a dress-down.

“l know."

She stopped at the elevator entrance and gave him a positive answer.

Seeing she suddenly became so obedient, he was not used to it. Patrick had an accident and they were all in a mess and worried, so he did talk to her in the rude manner lately.

All of a sudden, he thought of something. And he wanted to tell her.

But the elevator was already closed.

"Oh shit!"

Charles looked at the closed elevator and immediately turned to run towards the stairs.

"Excuse me, where is Patrick's ward?" She quickly reached the fifth floor, but there were many empty rooms with only instruments in them, and there were not many patients staying on this floor.

After meeting a nurse, she confirmed that Christina had entered the area legally, she then led her to the right side of the corridor.

"How is he doing now?"

Before they reached the ward, Christina could not wait to ask the nurse in front of her.

"Mr. Hopkins is still in a coma. This morning, his brain pressure was abnormally high, and now he has a high fever."

Christina's English was so good that she could understand the medical terms. Patrick's condition was worse than what Charles had told her. She lowered her head and her face turned a little pale. "Miss Dickens, you have to show your identification or you won't be able to get in.” Finally, the nurse pointed to a ward in front of her, and there were four bodyguards standing outside the door. "Thank you."

The door made of the exquisite metal was ajar. It seemed that it was specially processed and very heavy. Of course, the equipment inside was not ordinary.

It was not easy to go in and see the people inside.

She slowly approached, and her heart was a little speeding.

Her eyes were fixed on the crack in the open door in front of her. She could not make out what was inside, but she could vaguely see a female figure. The woman was tall and slender, wearing an elegant white suit and a large pearl necklace.

"Who are you?" The bodyguard outside the door spoke coldly and stopped her.

Christina was standing about a meter away from the door. She looked at the ward with gleaming eyes. She could vaguely see the various instruments displayed inside and the changes in the data on the screen

"Please leave immediately!" The bodyguards here didn't know her and started to chase her away. “I, 1am."

For a moment, she stammered nervously.

After a pause, she said firmly, "I am his wife."

Several bodyguards at the door heard the word “wife’ and exchanged suspicious glances. One of them walked into the ward and asked in a low voice, "Madam, there is a woman out there who claims to be the wife of a young master.”

Since this was Patrick's ward, everyone had to speak in a cautious and low voice.

But when a middle-aged woman inside heard the words "Patrick's wife’, her face was distorted by rage and she stepped out in her high heels.

Christina heard some hurried footsteps, which were very clear in the quiet corridor, and when she looked up, she saw a figure hurrying towards her.

She was still worried about what was going on in the ward.

But before she could react, her face was suddenly slapped fiercely.

Slap—

The force was very strong and it made a loud and clear sound.