Female Novel
Chapter 490
At 8:30 in the morning, the car finally reached the Hopkins family.
After making sure that his precious grandson was in good health, Senior Mr. Hopkins snorted, "I didn't
ask you to come back so soon. You can return until tomorrow."
When Senior Mr. Hopkins had known that Patrick had taken his grandson away, he had been so furious
that he had almost planned to smash the cup.
Aware that it was Donald's birthday, Senior Mr. Hopkins finally understood the reason and reluctantly
agreed the little boy to stay at the Dickens family for two days. At first, Senior Mr. Hopkins thought that
Christina would bargain with him that they would come back later. To his surprise, they went back so
quickly.
"The Dickens family was busy. We'll visit them next time." Patrick explained slowly. As Patrick called his
men, he walked back to his study.
It seemed that Patrick had something urgent to deal with.
Looking at his grandson's cold look, Senior Mr. Hopkins turned to Christina. "What's wrong with the
Dickens family? Do they need our help?"
If something really happened to his in-laws, Senior Mr. Hopkins would be glad to help, although
someone had said that he wasn't always generous.
Watching Patrick who was entering the study hurriedly, Christina was confused as well. "I have no idea,
either."
Senior Mr. Hopkins sighed. "You sleep with Patrick every day. Why can't you understand his thoughts?
Why are you so stupid?"
Christina refuted, without keeping gentle. "You've raised him for decades. Why don't you know what
he's thinking?"
With a smile on his face, Paul served them a plate of fruit and asked Charles to sit down and have tea.
"Mr.Hopkins is missing you all day after you left. Haha..."
It is better to have a noisy family than to be estranged from each other with mere polite greetings.
At 11 pm, Patrick received a call from Donald in the study.
"I asked Christina's aunt to find the diary left by Christina's mother in the Eisenhower family's old
house..."
"The old house has been deserted for a long time and the handwriting is unclear because of
dampness." After all, time flew, and things had changed over time.
It had been a long time since anyone mentioned Mary and Donald had been bearing her in his mind,
unwilling to talk about the past.
It was because Patrick unexpectedly mentioned Christina's biological father that Donald agreed to look
for the diary, so as to see if anything about Christina's father had been recorded.
"It indeed is recorded that the man used to live on an island." Donald talked about his ex-wife's
relationship history calmly.
Mary had still been young back then. At the time she had written the diary, she had been a young girl
who had just fallen in love. Even her handwriting could tell how excited she had been and how much
she had admired that man.
"According to her description, the island was isolated with good green plants and vegetation. It was not
desolate at all. Instead, the buildings at the center of the island were modern, full of cars and private
planes, as well as abundant mechanical weapons. It has been said that there had been many servants,
most of whom were children who were sold by their poor parents working as fishermen. What's more,
the facilities were well-developed..."
Donald could only use' her description' because Mary might be deceived by the man's hearsay. It was
unknown whether Mary had really been to the island.
Was there really such a strange person who liked to live on islands?
Deep down, Donald believed that Mary had been deceived by the liar. If so, however, Mary should have
changed her mind and gone back. But now, so many years later, Mary did not come back. Had she
found the island and the man?
With the phone in his hand, Patrick listened carefully to Donald. The description in Mary's diary was
exactly the same as the investigation completed by Patrick's men.
"Has the diary mentioned the location of the island?" Patrick asked with some concern.
"No."
Donald answered bluntly, suddenly became nervous, and asked, "Have you noticed that some strange
people have been deliberately approaching Christina recently?"
"Maybe a few years ago, they might investigate Christina..." With mixed feelings, Donald was filled with
guilt.
As a father, Donald was really negligent, even unable to notice whether his daughter had been followed
up all these years. In the past, Donald hated Mary so much that he had totally ignored Christina.
"If the description is true, the man would not abandon his own child. It seems that he is powerful and
low-profile, like a mystery." It was the reason why women, including Mary, had admired the man.
"If someone approaches Christina on purpose to take her blood sample or fingerprints, you have to be
careful."
As a father, Donald had told Patrick everything he knew.
He was clear that he was incompetent to compete with others, but he still wanted to try to protect his
daughter.
"Patrick, I beg you to take good care of my daughter." Finally, Donald begged Patrick in earnest.
It was like the time when Donald had asked Patrick to take care of his daughter Christina at the
wedding ceremony.
"OK," Patrick agreed.
Donald was relieved to hear Patrick's promise.
The father was finally relieved to have an outstanding man like Patrick guarding his daughter.
Then, Patrick asked Donald to send him Mary's diary. He planned to ask his men to do some
identification, in order to find more clues.
As long as the island really existed, Patrick had the confidence to figure it out.
After the call with Donald, Patrick was not in the mood to deal with his work. As a result, he quickly
turned off the lights in the study and went back to the bedroom.
The woman on the big bed was already asleep. Seeing it, Patrick walked quietly, unwilling to disturb his
wife. Next, he lifted a corner of the quilt and lay gently beside her.
The man hugged Christina from the back tightly.
Patrick felt calm when hugging Christina in this way.
In fact, Patrick felt the island was mysterious as well as if it was a brand new area and something
unknown, making him a little overwhelmed.
Especially when thinking of Derek's health condition, Patrick would be nervous and uneasy.
Patrick admitted that he was selfish. He sympathized with Derek for having such a strange disease, but
if Christina was infected with it, Patrick would go crazy.
"Ah, I'm not feeling well... Don't hug me." Maybe it was because Patrick hugged Christina too tightly
that the woman struggled unconsciously.
Patrick loosened his grip, looked up at her sleeping face, and asked softly, "Christina, have you ever
met anyone strange?"
In a daze, Christina could vaguely hear what Patrick was saying.
The dim yellow light at the bedside shone on her fair cheeks. Christina frowned and mumbled in a
dissatisfied tone, "I hate Ms. Hopkins the most. Is she going through menopause so that she troubles
me every day? If she bothers me anymore, I will fight back."
Patrick chuckled, with his head slowly approaching to her ear, and asked more softly, "Have you ever
met anyone suspicious?"
This time, Christina heard it clearly, but she was confused and sleepy, immersed in sleeping.
Therefore, she replied perfunctorily, "I think the most suspicious person is Brianna."
"... Brianna is really strange."
Then, she fell asleep with steady breathing.
Patrick did not wake her up. He frowned and thought about it all night. To be honest, Patrick was
confused why Christina had been on guard against Brianna.
Meanwhile, there was another man who couldn't sleep because of concerns.
Derek found something strange. Recently, a black cat always followed him and repeated appearednovelbin
before him like a ghost.
Late at night, it was empty and cold at the square. Most people had already gone back home, making
the square silent. Except for several street lights nearby, it was dark. At this time, Derek was sitting on
a wooden chair under the tree. The cold wind moved his short hair and he sat there quietly, with his
blue eyes staring at the grass opposite him.
The big clock in the middle rang 12 times.
"Meow -"
Just then, a black cat came out of the grass. Its hair was black and shiny as if it had been treated well
by its owner. Its fur was very soft, and its eyes were golden. The cat was fit, well-proportioned, with a
long tail.
It was hard to see the cat at night, and the cat seemed to be patient. For a long time, it could sit still,
like those commanders who were good at foresight.
It walked out of the grass after being discovered by Derek.
Now, Derek was more pazzled.
He fixed his eyes on the black cat which walked towards Derek slowly and calmly, as gentle as a
nobleman. It seemed that the cay had been professionally trained, making it get the temperament from
its owner.
The black cat stopped three meters away from Derek. It squatted upright and looked up at Derek with
its golden eyes. Derek felt like being surrounded by indescribable strangeness.
The man and the cat examined each other, keeping a distance, still.
"What are you looking for?"
After about ten minutes, Derek seemed to be impatient. He stood up and asked slowly, without looking
at the cat.
There was no one around, only the black cat. Derek seemed to be talking to himself.
The black cat was still vigilant, focusing on Derek's movements.
Seeing that Derek was about to leave, it wagged its tail.
Derek never remained interested in something. After losing interest, the thing would be regarded as
nothing.
Then, Derek walked towards his apartment. He was tall and slim, with his black curly hair, beautiful
features, and pure blue eyes. He walked slowly with an indifferent look. The street lights lengthened his
shadow.
The black cat was not used to being ignored. After hesitating for a while, it caught up with Derek.
The man and the cat, one in front and one behind, formed two shadows.
Derek did not look back, seemed not to refuse its follow. When Derek reached his apartment, the cat
was still looking at him.
"I don't like pets," Derek said slowly, with a little husky and pleasant voice.
"Bang," the door was slammed shut.