Antonia arrived at the hospital more than two hours later than Sebastian.

By the time she rushed to the hospital, Sebastian had already arranged everything and was just waiting for the plane to arrive so he could send Cline away.

Meanwhile, Sebastian had already left to deal with something else.

Only Patrick and the person Sebastian left behind were in the hospital.

Antonia didn't care about anything else, she rushed to Cline's ward, only to see her connected to a respirator, completely lifeless.

Just one look, and Antonia felt dizzy and almost couldn't stand.

How could her beloved daughter... how could she become like this?

Patrick knew what a woman was thinking, but he didn't know what to say, so he could only sit quietly and not speak.

Antonia raised her head abruptly, her angry gaze fell on Patrick.

With a flick of her hand, a hard slap landed on Patrick's face.

"You said you would take care of her, you would protect her, where is she now?"

Patrick knew this wasn't the time to argue, so he took it silently and said in a muffled voice, "Sorry. It was my fault... I shouldn't have left her alone in the lounge."

"What good does it do to say all this now?" Antonia rebuked, "I'm telling you, if anything happens to Cline, I'm going to make you, and your entire Flores Family, pay!"

Patrick moved his lips slightly, wanting to say something, but in the end, he could only say three words, "Sorry."

Upon hearing this, Antonia felt even more heartbroken, unable to control her tears.

Patrick hurriedly helped her to sit down on a chair nearby, took out a tissue, and carefully wiped away the tears on her face.

"Don't be too sad. The doctor said she's stabilized for now. Mr. Romero came by earlier, and I heard him say he's going to send her abroad. Cline will be fine."

Hearing his mention of Sebastian's arrangements, Antonia's heart finally felt a little better.

She wiped her tears, and only then did she finally notice the bandage on Patrick's arm.

She paused slightly, then finally asked, "You're injured?"

Patrick glanced at his arm and shook his head slightly, "Minor burn, it's fine."

Antonia's heart skipped a beat.

She remembered that the message that came through said that Patrick was the one who carried Cline out of the fire.

This injury must have been sustained at that time.

Thinking of him rushing into the fire to save Cline without hesitation, the anger in Antonia's heart somewhat subsided, "You have a conscience. What did the doctor say about your injury?"

Seeing her expression, Patrick's heart eased slightly, "It's fine. The doctor prescribed some medicine, I just need to change the dressing on time."

Antonia looked at his injured arm with a touch of pity.

If not for the people coming and going, she would even want to help Patrick change the dressing.

On the side, the person Sebastian left behind saw the interaction between Antonia and Patrick, and his mouth slightly gaped.

These two, they seem so close?

Ugh, so strange.

...

With Sebastian and Antonia here, Patrick's heart finally felt a little calmer.

With them here, he didn't need to stay by Cline's side all the time.

After changing his dressing at the hospital, Patrick took a taxi and headed back to the factory.

The factory was now completely reduced to a black ruin, smoke still billowing out from all over, and two teams of firefighters were still dealing with the aftermath, preventing the fire from reigniting.

The black ruins stretched for nearly a hundred meters. If the fire had been any bigger, it might have even burned to the third factory.

As soon as Patrick got out of the car, he was recognized by people from the two adjacent factories, and they immediately surrounded him.