After I Left,He Regretted

I am the only daughter of the chairman of the Elite Group . Aurora Group and Elite Group used to be two powerful groups in the business world. Although the two groups have many similar industries, the two groups have never had brutal business competition. This was because the chairmen of the two groups grew up together and had a good relationship. Later, Aurora Group went bankrupt and owed huge debts because of poor management. The chairman of Aurora Group and his wife chose to commit suicide because they were overwhelmed by the burden. Since then, the business territory of the Elite group has been expanding. Due to the close relationship between two families , my dad took the son Patrick and the sister Zoey of the chairman of the Aurora Group to live with us, taking care of them and treating them very well. Patrick is five years younger than me, and his aunt Zoey has been very kind to me. We treated Patrick like my own brother. After my father's death, I learned all kinds of business knowledge to take charge of the whole group. In the first year of my father's death, I was in a car accident from overwork while driving and Patrick was trying to protect me and took care of me in the hospital for a whole month. I have loved him ever since. I raised Patrick for 6 years and loved him for 6 years. I thought I hid my heart well. Who knew that the first thing Patrick did after he became a business tycoon was to send me to a Women's Moral Training Institute. He looked at me coldly, with his fiancée in his arms, and said indifferently, "Whenever you quit your nasty thoughts, you can come out again." Three years later, I finally got over him completely. But Patrick regretted it. When Patrick came to pick me up, I was in the middle of a Dr. Jones insult session. The smelly liquid slipped from my face and landed on my clothes. Dean Jone showed a sinister smile and said meaningfully, "Carlota, you know my methods. If you dare to let the matter be told, don't blame me for being rude to you." I shuddered subconsciously, and reflexively yelled, "Don't dare!" Dean Jone nodded with satisfaction and took me to take a shower and change clothes. Then I was sent to the door of the Women's Virtue Training Institute. I squinted at the man leaning on the car smoking, and I felt like I was in another world. After a long time, I mustered up the courage to step forward cautiously. Only then did Patrick see me. He cut off the cigarette butt and reached out to take my backpack. I subconsciously shrank back, lowered my head and whispered, "I can do it myself." Patrick frowned and said nothing. Driving all the way, the atmosphere in the car was so depressing that I felt a little flustered. I could only keep reciting the code of female virtue taught to me by Dean Jone. It wasn't until I recited it three times that my mind settled down. Unexpectedly, Patrick took the initiative to break the silence, "Why don't you speak?" When he first came to my house, he had a somewhat slow-tempered personality. I was afraid that he wouldn't adapt, so I was the one who took the initiative to talk to him. But that was before. Not anymore, because one of the codes of female virtue is to learn to shut up. I still remember that when I was first sent to the Women's Virtue Training Institute, I asked the dean a few more questions out of curiosity. I was starved for three days and three nights. I was so hungry that I huddled in a corner and didn't even have the strength to speak. From that day on, I learned to shut up. At the same time, I also developed a physical aversion to men's contact.