Genevieve contemplated for a while. Then, she typed on her phone: Maria has never tampered with my phone and laptop. My throat…
She continued typing: Maria went to Feston to visit her grandson. When she came back, I sensed a stinging pain in my throat a few days later. I thought my vocal cords were damaged because that man strangled me violently. However, when I went to the hospital for a check-up, the doctor told me my vocal cords weren’t severely damaged and would heal over time. Still, they didn’t get better when I returned to Jadeborough.
“Maria must have tampered with your food, and your vocal cords got damaged as a result,” Patrick analyzed, “It’s okay. You won’t eat her food anymore. Once we’ve reached Yartran, I’ll get you examined at a hospital.”
Genevieve gazed at him silently for a while until Patrick had to touch his own face. “Is there something on my face, Genev?”
She shook her head and typed: Thank you, Patrick.
“As long as you don’t think I sound too harsh, it’s fine.” Patrick smiled, which was a rare thing for him to do.
He heaved a sigh of relief when Genevieve seemed to perk up a bit. “Go to sleep. Tomorrow, we’ll leave Baykeep.”
She typed: All right.
Genevieve lifted her blanket and lay down. Once the lights were turned off, the room instantly descended into darkness.
The next morning, Patrick went out to buy breakfast and some snacks.
He never left the hotel again on that day.
Patrick was worried that Genevieve would feel bored, so he talked about his past experiences at the military academy. He also mentioned he would teach her about shooting and train her after arriving in Kransbay, so that she would not have to rely on others to protect her.
Time went by quickly. In the blink of an eye, the day after tomorrow had arrived.
It was eight o’clock in the morning. After putting on a disguise for himself and Genevieve, Patrick packed their belongings and went to the front desk to check out. After that, he hailed a taxi by the road to take them to the port.
It was incredibly stuffy inside the taxi. After spending a few minutes in the car, Genevieve started to dry-heave, so she covered her mouth.
“What’s the matter, Genev?” Patrick asked with a frown.
“I feel a bit… nauseous.” Genevieve opened her mouth out of habit and took out her phone from her pocket at the same time. She seemed to hear her own voice.
However, her voice sounded raspy, as if her throat had been burned by acid.
Patrick was stunned, too. He muttered in surprise, “You can speak, Genev? Try saying something else.”
Genevieve tried again. “It’s stuffy inside the car, and I don’t feel well.”
She could speak smoothly. Nonetheless, Genevieve preferred to type with her phone after hearing that awful voice of hers.
She was about to roll down the window for some fresh air when the taxi was rear-ended.
Fortunately, Patrick reacted swiftly and grabbed hold of Genevieve’s shoulders tightly. Otherwise, she would have been knocked out of the car.
The taxi driver was enraged by the driver who hit his car and swore vehemently, “F*ck! Are you f*cking blind?”
He had even stopped the car in order to scold the person behind him.
The taxi driver got out of his car angrily.
As soon as he got out, eight to nine black cars surrounded the yellow taxi unexpectedly.
The very sight of the large number of cars scared the taxi driver out of his wits, and he felt weak in his knees.
A-Aren’t we living in a law-abiding society?
The taxi driver went pale when he saw a man coming out of one of the black cars. He stammered, “S-Sir, I’m j-just checking m-my tires…”
“Scram!” the man interrupted him and pointed away from the car.
As such, the taxi driver scrambled away.
Patrick remained calm as the driver ran away and various men got out of the black cars.
He handed a gun to Genevieve. “Genev, do you still remember how to use a gun after I taught you at the shooting club? Stay in the car and don’t come out. If someone approaches the car door, pull the trigger.”
