Betrayed By Husband, Stolen By Brother In Law

Patrick didn’t make it far out of his room before he was stopped.

He had just descended the staircase and was about to reach for the coat stand when a shadow slipped into his path. Spencer. Leaning against the bannister with a smug tilt to his chin, arms folded, he blocked the way like a dog guarding its bone.

"Going somewhere? Father?" Spencer asked, his voice oozing with false concern. "Didn’t you just say you weren’t feeling well? Or was that just an excuse to run off before you showed your true feelings and concern for Adam in front of us?

Patrick didn’t miss the glee in his tone. The boy was practically salivating at the thought of catching him red handed. But he too, was this boy’s father. He knew how to handle people like him. He stared down Spencer for a moment and then said slowly, "I’m indeed not well, Spencer. That much is true. And when a man isn’t well, he tends to see a doctor."

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Spencer raised an eyebrow, as his lips twisted in a smirk. "A doctor? This late? In this weather?" His gaze darted to the window where grey clouds pressed against the panes like smog. "How very sudden. Need me to call one in for you?"

Patrick let out a soft breath and shook his head. "No. I would rather visit the doctor. Of course, if you’re so worried," he said dryly, "you’re welcome to follow me. See where I go. Hold my hand if it helps. I would not mind my son’s love and care."

The sarcasm was not lost on Spencer, who immediately stepped back as if Patrick had asked him to accompany him to the guillotines. "Why the hell would I care where you go? You can die on the steps for all I care. One less problem for the family."

Patrick gave a slight nod, like he expected nothing less even though the words did hurt. "I thought as much."

With that, he stepped past him and reached for his coat, and walked past Spencer, not wanting to waste anymore time.