Mr. Henry finished speaking, and hung up the phone before Patrick spoke!
Because, Patrick did not have to speak.
He was a dumb!
There was no need to guess about this matter. It must be that Dawn had found his father, and his father and Mr. Henry must have reached an agreement. The Simpsons paid more attention to Twinkle’s future happiness.
The world was bullying him!
They treated him as a disability man that could not talk or walk!
Thinking of Twinkle’s small face in his dream, thinking of her relationship with Dawn, Patrick could not help but smile bitterly, “You only know that you are a little girl, but you have no idea that the whole world is bullying me, including you!”
Last night, Twinkle set an alarm clock on her mobile phone.
She knew that today was Patrick’s mother’s death day. Generally speaking, memorial visiting always started early. So she dared not be late.
The next day, she got up early and started grooming.
A white dress, a long black hair, a little skin cream on her face, she was young and beautiful, and her skin was so white. She really didn’t need any cosmetics.
As soon as she opened the door, she saw that Donald and Trump were all ready.
There was also a golden bottle of champagne on the coffee table, which should be taken to the cemetery.
“Miss. Simpson, Good morning.”
“Miss. Simpson, morning.”
Everyone greeted her, and she nodded slightly, subconsciously glanced at the direction of the study, and said softly, “Patrick hasn’t come out yet?”
Janet smiled and said, “Mr. Patrick is in the study.”
Twinkle nodded and walked over, saving herself even knocking on the door, and she opened the door directly.
Under everyone’s surprised eyes, she suddenly realized that now she could be so intimidated in front of Patrick.
Just because he liked her so much, Patrick allowed Twinkle to be so close to him. Twinkle’s small face was slightly red, although she knew that it was not polite, but she felt happy of doing so, because it showed that they were in close relationship in front of other.
“Patrick.”
She saw him sitting in a wheelchair, staring blankly at the window.
The light was not turned on in the study, only the tender sunlight in the morning projected through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and shattered the sunlight on the ground like gold.
She stepped forward, sniffing the aroma of coffee in the air, and smiled slightly, “It’s the taste of latte!”
He didn’t move, he didn’t speak, and his whole body released a deadly smell, it was dangerous for others to come into his room.
But she was really not afraid.
Stepping forward, whether he wanted it or not, she directly turned his wheelchair and walked towards the outside, “Take a bath, change your clothes, we should leave now!”
Patrick narrowed his eyes, somewhat he didn’t understand her.
She continued, “Is the cemetery far away from here? If it is too far, let’s go first and buy breakfast on the road. Don’t be late. When I was a kid in City Q, every time I went to the memorial hall with our family, they left early, and had it done by noon.”
He was silent, letting her push himself into the living room, suddenly raised his hand.
She paused, “Patrick?”
Patrick looked at Donald with blame in his eyes.
Donald hurried forward and took the wheelchair from Twinkle “Miss. Simpson, let me do this!”
Twinkle was a little nervous, and went around to Patrick, looking at him, “What’s wrong?”
He finally lifted his eyelids, as if giving a glance to her, and took out pen and paper from the middle of the wheelchair on his side, wrote a word, and handed it to Trump.
Trump took it forward and looked at the word.
Separated.
Everyone was shocked!
Even Twinkle, there was a sense of panic!
Trump looked at Patrick confusedly, “Mr. Patrick?”
Patrick glanced back at the sharp eyes, and Trump immediately closed his eyes.
He felt surprised but he looked at Twinkle, he took her ID card from his pocket and handed to her “Miss. Simpson, I’ll book the ticket for you, Janet will send you back to your home.”
Twinkle didn’t understand.
She glanced at Trump and then Patrick. She held Patrick’s hand anxiously, “Patrick, what’s wrong?”
They packed her suitcase before, they got everything ready for her, now they told Twinkle to go home? Did they really want her to be present and the memorial hall.
Why should she go home early?
Patrick withdrew his hand and said nothing, his breath was a little cold.
Janet pulled Twinkle forward and said, “Miss Simpson, you should listen to Mr. Patrick. Let’s go back to M city first. Besides, don’t you always want to go home, do you miss your mother?”
Twinkle ignored her words, she walked over Janet, ran to crouch in front of Patrick, and looked at him seriously, “Patrick, why should I go back first? Why send me back to my home?”
Wasn’t this man always struggling to tie her around him?
Patrick looked at her indifferently and said, “Twinkle Simpson, it’s interesting, isn’t it?”
She panicked, “What do you mean?”
“Last night you talked to Dawn on the phone. He wouldn’t tell you anything about our marriage? You talked together for ten minutes. I think what happened next, he should have given you an answer.”
Patrick stared at her, and then said, “So, since you already know that the marriage between our two has been canceled, you pretend to look happy to accompany me to visit the memorial hall. What are you doing? For fun?”
Everyone was shocked again!
Twinkle also looked at him with a misty face, her small hand unconsciously holding his big hand tighter.
Marriage, canceled?
She had been expecting to cancel the marriage , but now it had really been canceled?
“I, I really don’t know. Dawn called me last night and only said that his sister was coming back and said about going to India together. I really don’t know about the divorce! I don’t know at all!”
“Now, you are still joking on me?”
“Really! Patrick, really, believe me, I really don’t know!”
“It doesn’t matter whether you know it or not.”
Patrick’s eyes were as terrifying as they used to be when she first saw them, “The important thing is that now my father has told me that I did not need to marry you because the Smith family told him that you were the Smith family’s daughter-in-law, it came early in the morning. My father and Dawn Smith’s father reached a consensus. Now, you can leave.”
Twinkle was speechless.
The eyes were a little bit red, as if she was about to cry.
She still squatted on the ground, holding his hand, motionless like a sculpture.
Patrick looked at her like this, raised his eyebrows slightly, but said nothing.
Time was passing by minute and second, it was so hard for them.
Suddenly, she said, “You, you like me right?”
Patrick stared at her, “It doesn’t matter. Now, it’s Dawn Smith, he did not allow me to like you.”
Twinkle opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.
The big hand that had been clenched by her suddenly pulled out from her palm, she subconsciously clenched it, but it was too late!
Looking at her hands still in the air, she didn’t know what was going on, and she burst into tears.