Semua Bab Return Of The Forsaken Madam : Bab 221 - Bab 230

Patricia entered the room and Cohen bolted upright in bed, gasping for air. His skin was clammy and he was sweating on the brows.She banged the door and rushed to the bedside with her eyes widened in shock. “Cohen! Cohen! Cohen!” She called in a raised voice. Her body shivered and she stretched out her hand, attempting to touch him, but she retreated because she was scared and confused and didn’t know the right thing to do.“Cohen! Cohen!” She called and observed him for a moment. Her lips began quivering and she couldn’t utter a word anymore.After a few seconds of watching his muscles tense, Patricia’s mouth freed. “Doctor!” She shouted and Cohen grabbed her hand as she turned around to run out to call for help.“Hun!” She exclaimed with widened eyes as she veered around back to him and called his name in a low voice. “Cohen.”“Patricia! Patricia! Patricia!” Cohen spoke from his sleep, shaking his head rapidly with the transparency of fear in his expression. “Please, don’t leave me.

“Depressed pushed me to take this pain killer and it started on our wedding night.” Cohen disclosed.“Hun!” Patricia exclaimed with her face furrowed. Her eye blinked twice and she spoke with a stammered voice. “Wh…what… what are you talking about, Cohen? Why will you start taking a painkiller on our wedding night?”Cohen discharged a deep breath. “Patricia, do you remember when we wanted to go to bed on our wedding night, and I received a message that I didn’t want to check but you insisted I should check it?” He flung a question.Patricia joggled her head. “Yes, I remember,” she let out. “And you rushed out. You came late that day and refused to explain when you came home the next day.”Cohen sniffed. “That night, I received pictures of you and Victor, your ex, naked on the same bed…” He revealed.Patricia’s eyes enlarged, shocked. “Hun!” She exclaimed. “A picture of me and Victor on the bed?!”Cohen joggled his head. “Yes, Patricia,” he confirmed and a drop of tear fell from his eye

“I’m a murder!” Cohen proclaimed. His face cast downward. “I married Anna because I’m a killer and I need to make her stay beside me so my darkest secret will be safe.” “Hun!” Patricia exclaimed, slightly moving her bottom to the left a little. She fixed her eyes on Cohen, who couldn’t lift his gaze to look at her in the face. She slowly raised her right hand until it pointed directly at him. “You… you…” She wanted to talk, but her voice stammered. She licked her lips and took a deep breath to calm herself, and she was finally able to split out her mind. “you’re a killer?!” She asked with a raise voice. She quickly covered her mouth with her hands and stared at the door, hoping no one heard her and since she didn’t see a trace of anyone, she resorted her gaze back to him and asked. “What are you talking about?’ “What did you mean you’re a killer? Who did you kill? How did it happen? How did Anna come into it? Where were you going?” She stormed him with questions, wishing she wo

“If you are after my forgiveness, Cohen. If you want to meet my good side, you have to get well first. Visit a therapist and heal,” she stated, her eyes locked with his. “Only then, will I give what you want and grant you the custody of Williams..”“If you do as I stated, I will change Williams’s last name and publicly recognize him as your son,” she promised. She looked more vividly into his eyes and slightly bent her neck to the left a bit, as she crossed her hands over her chest, and threw a question. “Will you do this or not?”Cohen sighed and stared downward. “Patricia, don’t you think that’s late already? Hun?” He raised a question and without waiting for her response, he poured out his mind. “Patricia, if I am allowed to say exactly how I’m feeling right now, I will say I’m down. I feel it’s late for me…”He shook his head and rephrased his statement. “It’s not just late, Patricia, it’s too late, and without a doubt, I don’t think a therapist session can heal me…” he uttered. He

“Okay. Thank you.” Patricia uttered, walking out of the doctor’s office. She closed the door behind her, and immediately as she raised her gaze, she saw Ryan walking toward the elevator.“Ryan!” She called, but her voice didn’t reach him. She walked faster and called his name again with a higher voice. “Ryan!”Ryan heard her, and glancing backward to see her, he paced to meet her and spoke in a hurry. “Good morning, Patricia.”“Good morning,” Patricia responded. “How’s your night? And thanks for yesterday.”Ryan nodded and without saying a word about what she said, he let out. “The doctor. Where is he? Let’s meet him so he can run the test and take the blood if I match with your son.”“Okay. But Cohen has woken up. Will you check on him first?” Patricia inquired.“No. Not now, maybe some other time,” Ryan rejected and explained. “I’m in a hurry right time. I don’t have much time. I shouldn’t be here, but I have to rush here because I already made a promise. So, please, let’s just go me