Super CEO Daddy

Chapter 540

Chapter 540 Critical

With a smug smile, Lucas added, “Off you go, then! Pat is so pitiful to be all by himself. At least I have a woman to keep me company every night, and Kev has a girlfriend. Poor Pat to have no one around to take care of him when he has fallen ill!”

He made it sound like Patrick was the most pathetic one out of BigWoodThree.

Gwendolyn was stumped by the utterances of the two men. Why do I feel that Patrick's really pitiful after hearing what they said? Now, hold on just a second! There's nothing sad about a man who has no woman to look after him! Also, isn't Felicia there with him? He's got all the company he needs!

At that thought, a strange bitterness seized her.

Pretending to be unaffected, as if she could not understand what Kevin and Lucas had said, she clutched the fruit bowl and continued munching on grapes.

Lucas and Kevin were shocked by Gwendolyn's apparent indifference. In their opinion, Patrick truly had met his match.

They did not think they had ever encountered anyone who dared neglect Patrick like that, and yet, here was the woman he cared about the most doing just that. Surely, it had to be some twisted form of poetic justice.

Just then, the burn specialist—a woman—came into the ward.

She was wearing a white lab coat and a surgical mask.

“I'm here, Mr. Chavez,” she said to Kevin.

At once, the trio in the hospital ward turned to look at the young female doctor.

Gwendolyn raised a brow. It sure is awfully thoughtful of Kevin to arrange for a young, beautiful doctor to check on Lucas. What an enjoyable life Lucas has in the hospital. Thank goodness Luce is preoccupied with Einar, or she won't be able to stand this.

She then popped another grape into her mouth, and Patrick came to her mind. Kevin must have arranged a young, beautiful doctor for Patrick as well, one who'd make a fuss over him and linger in his ward every day. It's no wonder, then, that he made such frequent trips to the hospital as of late. More likely than not, he's taken a shine to some pretty doctor or nurse. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

The more Gwendolyn dwelled on it, the more sullen and annoyed she became.

Things had been so messy these days that whenever she and Patrick met, they would always be angry at each other and could never be calm enough to have a proper talk.

Not only did she have to deal with Felicia, her love rival, but she also had to keep an eye out for Rosalie and all the other girls who were prepared to throw themselves at Patrick at any chance they got.

Just the thought of it exhausted and irked Gwendolyn.

Why is it so hard for me to claim this man as my own?

As she was beside herself with frustration, she continued stuffing grapes into her mouth. The grapes were deliciously sweet, and in her moment of clarity, she decided that she would buy some for the triplets later.

She considered her children's love for grapes to be something that they took after her.

While Gwendolyn was in a daze, Kevin had finished briefing the female doctor.

The female doctor walked toward Gwendolyn and motioned for the latter to follow her out of the ward for a physical examination. “Ms. Ashton, come with me, please.”

Gwendolyn looked up with a bewildered expression. “Huh?”

Where is this beautiful doctor planning on bringing me to?

At that moment, Kevin approached them and elaborated helpfully, “Pat said that your back has turned red from being scalded. He instructed me to find the best burn specialist to examine you and insisted that the specialist must be a woman.”

Kevin even emphasized the word “woman” to ensure his implication got through to Gwendolyn.

Gwendolyn got warm fuzzies. Patrick still cares about me.

With that in mind, she sneaked a glance at the beautiful doctor. So Kevin hadn't arranged this doctor for Lucas but for me!

A small smile tugged at her lips as she said, “Oh! I'm fine after applying some ointment. The pain's mostly gone now, so I should be fine.”

She had completely forgotten about the burns on her back, it seemed. At that, Kevin could not help chuckling.

“Pat's worried about you. I'll wait for the examination results here since I have to tell him about them later. Otherwise, he'd be up all night thinking about this,” he said.

Gwendolyn blushed. Patrick couldn't be that worried about me, could he?

In the end, she gave in. After setting down the fruit bowl, she stood up and followed the doctor out of the ward.

Just as they were approaching the doorway, Gwendolyn looked over her shoulder and asked, “Mr. Chavez, is Patrick down with a cold?”

He seemed quite low-spirited when I saw him earlier. In fact, he looked the same as when he was down with a fever the last time, so is he having another fever?

Kevin's expression changed when he heard Gwendolyn's question, but he quickly resumed his faint smile as he answered, “Yeah, it's just a minor cold. He'll be fine.”

No, that's an outright lie. Pat's not fine at all. He's got a bullet in his brain, and he's been so emotionally unstable recently that the bullet moved. I dread to think what will become of him if the bullet moves another one point five centimeters, where his cranial nerves are located.