Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 244

As we were about to leave, the dean and vice dean of this hospital both came to see Shelton off in person.

Besides expressing their gratitude to Shelton, they were quite respectful to him.

It wasn't until we got in the car that I said, "It turns out that you are a medical expert. I didn't know about it before."

"No, I've rarely done an operation for the past two years. The reason why the operation today can be successful is some luck," Shelton said lightly.

I knew that there was no luck in it.

I believed that Shelton, who was so excellent at such a young age, surely was quite hardworking.

The outstanding ones were all working hard.

By the time we arrived at City Y, it had been 10 p.m.

Shelton took me to a hotel and booked two rooms.

The two rooms were next to each other.

He sent me to the door of my room, saw me

enter the room, and left.

After I entered the room, the first thing I did was to charge Seth's cell phone.

Although I knew what I was going to do was wrong, I felt that I'd never known him and I wanted to know him through his phone.

Holding his phone, I felt bitter.

After about two minutes, the cell phone, which had been off, was on.

However, the number seemed to have been out of service. Consequently, there weren't any phone calls or texts popping up after the cell phone was turned on.

I slid across the screen with my finger.

An interface asking for a password popped up.

It was a password with four digits.

I input Seth's birth date without hesitation.

Wrong password.

I input 1111 again.

Once again, it was a wrong password.

The system prompted that I had input a wrong password twice in a row. At the same time, it warned me that if I input another wrong password, the cell phone would be locked.

"What should I do?"

"I have only one chance left. I can't get the password right at all."

"But what would the four-digit password be?"

"Could it be..."

For some unknown reason, I input my birth date, 0409, in the password interface.

The screen went dark for half a second. Soon, it lit up.

"Is the cell phone unlocked like this?"

I looked at the home screen of the cell phone in a daze.

It never occurred to me that Seth would set his cell phone password with my birth date.

Then I thought about what I had done to him.

"I regret it so much. I should have been with him once regardless of the difficulties and hardships."

"In this way, he would at least have no regrets when he died."

Seth's cell phone was neat. There were only a few apps on it.

I clicked open his WhatsApp. Because it had been too long, the account was logged out.

Nothing was in the text as well.

When I doubted if the cell phone had been formatted, I clicked open the call logs.

I found that Seth had dialed a strange number in the most recent days.

And I was so familiar with this phone number...

"It's Roger!"

I suddenly remembered it!

When I was with Patrick, Roger used this number to send me a text. And he also used this number to contact Seth!

"What on earth did he do to Seth?"

My heart was thumping wildly because I felt that I had discovered something important.

I eagerly wanted to call Roger back and ask him.

But I knew I couldn't do so.

"What right do I have to fight Roger now? If I contact him, he will know that the deceased isn't me but Caroline. After knowing that I am alive, will he do anything else to hurt me?"

"It's obvious that Roger isn't someone nice."

Thinking of this, I suppressed the impulse to call Roger back in my heart.

Then, I tried to gather other information by exploring Seth's cell phone.

I could log into two apps on this cell phone.

One was Seth's email. And the other was Seth's Facebook account.

The email was clean.

And Seth only followed one account on his Facebook.

I clicked on the profile of the account.

I suddenly felt extremely bitter in my heart.

"The only account he was following is actually mine."

"But I have never noticed him."

Clicking on Seth's Facebook account, I found that there were thousands of posts in it with the first one being posted five years ago.

He posted, "I saw her again today. I'm happy to hear that she calls me Seth."

I continued scrolling down.

I found that it was actually a social media account recording Seth's love story.

When I saw the post on April 8th five years ago, I knew that the protagonist in his love story to whom Seth was referring was me.

Because Seth posted, "It is her birthday tomorrow. I bought her a bracelet. But I don't know how to give it to her."

I remembered it then.

On my birthday that day, I went back to the dormitory. And the aunt in charge of our dorm gave me a box, saying that someone asked her to pass it to me.

I opened the gift box and saw a beautiful silver bracelet lying inside.

A small envelope was inside the box.

There were only a few words in the envelope, which read, "Happy Birthday."

The signature was S.

At that time, I never thought that the S letter would be referring to Seth.

After all, he was a genius and a Prince Charming in our school. I never expected that he would like me.

Now that I recalled it, if Seth had been bolder and confessed his feelings for me back then, the result might have been different.

I continued browsing through Seth's Facebook posts.

I found that a few months ahead of the car accident, Seth posted one day, "I want to gamble on it this time. As long as I get the money, I can run a big company and be on the same level as her man. Then she probably will come back to me one day."

Reading this post, I had a hunch.

"The thing that Seth mentioned is likely to have something to do with his death."

"And what is it? Roger probably is the only one who knows the truth."

These things made me quite upset.

I wasn't in the mood to go to bed at all.

I got changed and went out to buy something to eat.

As soon as I arrived downstairs, I saw a row of luxury cars parked at the entrance of the hotel.

Standing on the side, I saw a group of people in suits talking to each other. One of them wore a matte suit with his hair being combed backward. He, who was obviously wearing a white shirt, wore a white tie instead, making him a bit strange.

The man, who was obviously a little haggard, stood there. As the surrounding ones were talking cheerfully, his face didn't even change.

He slightly drooped the corner of his mouth as if everything around had nothing to do with him.

As I watched him from a distance, my heart was thumping wildly already.

I couldn't help muttering, "Patrick Cowell, you think that I'm dead. How do you feel now?"

Unfortunately, he couldn't hear my question, let alone answering me.

At that time, a white car drove slowly from afar. At first glance, I recognized the car. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Kelsi got out of the car in a light blue coat and walked to Patrick.

Then the man's gaze seemed to be a little warmer, though he had appeared somewhat absent- minded just now.

It seemed that Patrick did have a happy life after marrying Kelsi.

Otherwise, how could Kelsi pick him up at night?

As I stood there and looked at Patrick, he suddenly looked in my direction!

I was scared out of my wits!

I ran to the direction of the elevator hurriedly!

As I was about to rush to the elevator, a man suddenly pulled me from behind, dragging me to the stairs on the side!