Chapter 4 : Retrieving Something

"The wound isn''t big, but to be safe, I suggest you come back in the afternoon for a cranial CT. You should rest in bed for the next few days, avoid greasy foods, and remember to come back every afternoon to change the dressing."

After the on-duty doctor at the hospital treated Philip''s wound, he carefully gave some instructions while tidying up the alcohol and gauze.

Philip nodded in agreement, thanked the doctor, and left the hospital with a small bag of freshly prescribed medication.

After leaving, Philip checked the time and then drove to the Serif Hotel.

It was now six in the morning, and guests at the Serif Hotel were already starting to check out. Philip stood by the fountain outside the hotel, waiting for nearly two hours before he saw the hustler who had been hanging out with Patrick yawning and groggily walking out.

Philip adjusted his glasses and went over to block his path.

Shawn Cavendish was quite sleepy. He had work at night and usually slept until noon, but his boss''s relentless calls had woken him up early in the morning.

Shawn grumbled inwardly as he walked forward, only to bump into Philip, which instantly woke him up.

He quickly looked around and, seeing a hotel security guard standing not far away, felt slightly relieved and hesitantly asked, "Are you looking for me?"

"I want to take back what Patrick gave you last night," Philip said straightforwardly.

Shawn was initially stunned, then immediately took a step back defensively and said, "That watch Ms. Spencer gave me is mine now."

Philip frowned and stared at him coldly.

Shawn immediately shrank back, feeling intimidated. Although the person in front of him didn''t look strong and was even somewhat thin, for some reason, Philip''s eyes always gave him a creepy feeling.

It was like this last night, and it was the same today.

Especially now, with Philip wearing glasses, the gaze refracted through the lenses made it feel even more like being stared at by a cold viper.

Shawn was a bit scared, but the watch Patrick gave him was worth hundreds of thousands. Even if sold second-hand, it could fetch a good price. How long would it take for him, as a hustler, to earn that much money?

Thinking of this, Shawn straightened up. Once something was in his pocket, it was his. Why should he give it back?

"I''ll pay you the original price, and you give me the item," Philip said coldly after a few seconds of silence.

Shawn''s eyes lit up at this and he grinned, "That works."

"Give me your account number," Philip said.

Ten minutes later, Shawn''s phone beeped with a message. He took it out and, seeing the several extra zeros in his balance, couldn''t help but laugh excitedly before saying to Philip, "Thanks, boss!"

"Can I have the item now?" Philip asked.

Shawn readily took out the watch and handed it to Philip.

Philip took the watch and returned to his car, but he tossed the nearly million-dollar item aside as if it were dirty.

When he got home, Philip found out there was a guest.

A stylishly dressed woman was sitting on the living room sofa. She was well-maintained and looked to be in her thirties, though she was actually over forty.

She was elegantly sipping a cup of coffee, and her demeanor suggested she was a graceful and kind person. However, upon seeing Philip, her carefully made-up face immediately took on a sharp and mean expression.

"Where did you go so early in the morning?"

Philip glanced at her, nodded slightly, and called out, "Aunt."

The woman''s delicate eyebrows furrowed, clearly displeased with Philip''s indifferent attitude, and her face showed undisguised malice.

The coffee cup made a heavy sound as it hit the table, and the woman directly accused, "Patrick manages such a big company. As his partner, if you can''t help him, at least you could make breakfast in the morning, right? Look at you, what''s the point of him marrying you?"

Philip remained silent, sat down on another sofa, and began flipping through a magazine on the table.

If the woman opposite him weren''t an elder and Patrick''s aunt, he wouldn''t even sit here.

Seeing his attitude, the woman became even more irritated and raised her voice, "What kind of attitude is this?!"

Philip ignored her and turned another page of the magazine.

Back then, although Patrick married him under the strong demands of his parents, his attitude towards him on the wedding day was very poor. Most of the relatives who came to witness the ceremony saw this and speculated that Patrick didn''t like him at all.

In addition, Patrick had been fooling around outside every day for the past few years and was never home. Naturally, Patrick''s relatives didn''t have a good attitude towards him.

Especially the sister-in-law in front of him.

She didn''t know that he and Patrick had already divorced. If she knew, her attitude would be even worse.

Seeing Philip completely ignoring her, the beautiful woman became even more furious, "Can''t you hear when an elder is talking to you? How can Patrick tolerate someone like you? Divorce, I want Patrick to divorce you. Someone as uncultured as you doesn''t deserve to be in our family! You..."

Hearing her words, Philip finally looked up.

The beautiful woman met his gaze and felt a chill in her heart, instantly falling silent.

Philip ignored her again, put down the magazine, and went upstairs. He disdained arguing with someone like Patrick''s sister-in-law.

Patrick still hadn''t come back. Philip changed out of his dirty clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower, avoiding his wounds.

Then he lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.

Last night, Patrick''s blow might have caused him a mild concussion. Philip felt a bit of a headache, dizziness, and nausea.

Philip slept intermittently from morning until evening. During this time, the butler knocked on the door several times to ask if he wanted to eat, but Philip didn''t go downstairs.

He didn''t know how long had passed when the bedroom door made a sound. Philip frowned and opened his eyes. Before he could turn on the light, a well-defined hand touched his lower back.

Philip groaned. His most severe injury was on the back of his head, but his back was also injured. If he looked in the mirror, it would surely be bruised.

Philip grabbed the person''s hand and smelled the strong scent of alcohol on them.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Doing you," Patrick laughed in the dark, pulling down Philip''s underwear and pressing on top of him, "Haven''t you always wanted me to do you? Tonight, I''ll satisfy you."