Chapter 322 Cold-blooded (2/2)

”Okay, mom. No problem. I'll wait for you here. You don't have to rush,” Rachel said. ”Be careful on the road,” she reminded. She hung up and texted Carl to come to her after parking the car.

Rachel stood near a window and waited. She absently stared out a window. Several minutes came by with nothing much going on. Then, her attent

“Let's go and register our marriage on your birthday!”

Marrying Daniel should have been her best birthday gift, but everything was ruined the moment when she caught him sleeping with another woman on the day before her birthday.

“He’s going to marry that woman! She... was my best friend!”

cheek. 'The slaps must have burned', she thought, recalling the sharp sound of his father's hand. She sighed. ”I was waiting for someone here and heard your conversation by accident. This is a hospital, so there will always be people around. It's not uncommon to overhear other people's conversations.”

There wouldn't be anyone who would want to stand in front of a morgue. The place was too close to death and the haunting images of corpses.

Besides, she only went there out of curiosity. It did not even occur to her that Patrick would be there.

”Do you believe him?” Patrick asked, looking fixedly at Rachel with his dark brown eyes.

Rachel was taken aback. She did not know how to respond to his question. She paused for a moment and said,” Maybe.”

”I know that your brother was bent on getting rid of you. I have seen what he was capable of doing. But there are other ways of getting even.” She hesitated before asking,” Did you… really have to kill him?”

At her words, Patrick suddenly stepped forward, his eyes becoming bloodshot.

He walked up to her and grabbed her shoulders with his hands. ”You don't have the slightest idea! You will never understand the feeling of being consumed with fear day and night. If I let him go, I would never be free. I would have to live my life cowering from his shadow, thinking about what he's going to do next, and if I'd live to see the next day.” He was shaking as he blurted out the words. ”As long as he existed, even my very breath had to be a fight.” Patrick paused, his shoulders heaving.

”I had so many chances… so many times I could have killed him, but I didn't. I didn't do it because he was my brother and we shared the same blood. I still thought of him as part of my family.”

”But it was all for nothing,” he said, his voice becoming colder. ”He severed our ties the day he sent his men to kill me.”

Rachel felt ice-cold terror build up from her stomach as she heard every word Patrick said. Her knees buckled under her as she looked at him. Something was wrong. She struggled to free herself from his grasp and cried out,” Let go of me!”