Betrayed By Husband, Stolen By Brother In Law

Sir Robert stared at him, almost as if he had misheard. "No. No, that’s nonsense," he said gruffly, his voice unsteady. "What do you mean, not long to live? What kind of talk is that? You are not even sixty yet! How can you die? Don’t talk like this! You will live longer than hundred years!" "Something with the heart, the doctors said. The tests aren’t all in yet, but... the symptoms. The signs. They’re fairly certain, father. It is why I have returned."

"Certain?" Robert snapped sharply, "Then they don’t know a damn thing! We’ll get you to proper specialists. Not these countryside physicians or half-trained university children. I know people, Patrick. You think the Collins name means nothing anymore?"

"Whatever those people say, I will not accept it! Like hell my son will die before me! I will definitelty not accept it! Not until I’ve had my say. You’ll go to the top. We’ll fly you out if we must. There are experts—men who’ve studied hearts their whole lives. You will be seen by the best! And don’t even think of refusing me!"

Patrick nodded," I know, father. You don’t have to worry about me, okay? I will try my best to fight death."

Sir Robert said nothing, simply pulling his son into a close tight hug as he patted his back slowly.

Before Sir Robert could say more—before the emotion between them had time to settle—a clatter echoed from the hallway and Spencer Collins entered the large room with a triumphant expression, which faltered for a moment when he saw the two people in the house hugging closely, but in the next moment, he moved to ignore Patrick Collins and announced, "You won’t believe the news, grandfather." For original chapters go to novel✦fire.net

Patrick straightened slightly, his body suddenly rigid as he felt a premonition, while Sir Robert turned with a scowl. "What now, boy? Can’t you see—"

"It’s Adam," Spencer cut in, eyes glittering with something that was definitely not grief or regret or even a sadness. "He’s dead."

A cold silence fell, while Sir Robert was shocked, Patrick paled. Adam was dead... How? He’s specifically told... He shook his head. Now was not the time to think this. He had to be careful of his expression to not give away anything.

"Dead? Really dead?" Robert echoed, but it was Patrick who spoke next, and his voice was barely more than a whisper. "What... what did you just say?"

"Adam is dead," Spencer repeated, "I just got the call from one of the officers handling the case. There’s no doubt. And Melanie’s going to rot for it—finally. She was already in detention but now she has been formally arrested. The trial will be swift. With this, there’s no coming back for her. I’m going to Maniwa tomorrow. I’ll bring Adam back. He’ll be buried here, with the family. It’s only right, isn’t it, Mr Patrick?"