My Babies, My Love

Chapter 155

Isaac frowned and called out at once, “Get the doctor here now. Tell him Old Mr. Arnold fainted.”

Right now, his mood was at an all-time low. If this alone was enough to cause Phillip to faint, then

what would happen if he told him that he wanted to marry Patricia instead of Adeline?

…

While driving home, Patricia’s feelings were a mess.

She could not believe that she felt something when she was with Isaac earlier, but when she

thought about him, she kept shaking her head.

No, she could not be like Gwen. Even if she hated Adeline, she refused to come between

someone else’s relationship. She rejected the very thought of it.

When Sylvie spotted the Cancer Institute Hospital outside the window, she exclaimed, “Tricia, I

haven’t seen Poppy in ages! Can we go and visit her now?”

That got Patricia out of her reverie as she wondered, How did we end up here?

This proved that she should not let her mind wander while driving. Either way, she agreed, “Okay.

Let’s visit Poppy.”

She turned the car around and drove into the hospital’s basement parking lot. Soon, all four of

them got into the elevator and headed for the inpatient wing where Poppy’s ward was.

Poppy was still awake, so when she saw the three children, she sat up excitedly.

“Sylvie, did you guys come to see me? I miss you all so much!”

The three children stood around Poppy’s bed and chattered on and on with her. Poppy seemed

extremely pleased to have them here.

Darcie got up to greet them, and Patricia was surprised to see Darcie at the hospital.

“Darcie? You’re not working tonight?”

“I’m feeling a little under the weather so I called in sick,” Darcie replied with a smile.

“What’s the matter?” Patricia queried, concerned.

Darcie pulled her over to the couch at the side before sneakily tugging her collar down.

“Here. It hurts when I wear anything too tight, so I decided to just take a day off.”

Patricia’s eyes widened slightly. “Oh? You have an allergic reaction too?”

She quickly searched through her bag for the medication that Isaac had gotten from a doctor. It

worked wonders on her as everything was gone after a few days.

“Darcie, here. This medication works very well. I had the same thing as you a while back—patches

of red all over, and it hurt whenever I’m wearing something. I used this to help with that.”

Darcie froze. “You had the same thing as me?”

She laughed and caressed Patricia’s cheek.

“Who did that to you? Isaac?”

Patricia was taken aback. “How did you know? I went out drinking with him and got an allergic

reaction to the alcohol, so it’s technically not his fault.”

“An allergic reaction to alcohol?” Darcie chuckled once more. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Yeah! You… Hang on, are you allergic to alcohol too?”

Darcie was laughing so hard that her stomach began to hurt. She pulled Patricia into a hug and

said, “Why are you so innocent, Tricia? And Isaac’s a sly devil.”

Patricia got goosebumps from the way Darcie laughed.

“Darcie, just come out and say it. The way you laugh… it’s giving me goosebumps.”

Darcie came close and whispered into Patricia’s ear.

Soon enough, Patricia flushed bright red as her eyes widened in shock.

“Is that true? H-He… Isaac Arnold, you scoundrel!”

Patricia could not hold her anger back, while Darcie began to chuckle yet again.

“Yours is pretty big. I’m sure he was very satisfied.”

Patricia was on the verge of fainting from embarrassment. She never thought that a man like him

could go that far.

She did drink a lot that night. Was that why she had no memory of what happened?

Patricia was mad—no, infuriated.

However, a thought occurred to her.

“Darcie, what about you? Who did it to you?”

Even though Darcie worked at a nightlife establishment, Patricia knew that Darcie was vigilant

about keeping herself safe, so no one could do such a thing to her if she did not want them to.