Chapter 222: Father
Patrick placed the phone down on the table and let out a long breath. Saira was alive. And with Spencer involved, there was a chance she might actually come out of the prison. He had to stop that from happening before things slid downhill faster. And his own health was on the brink...
He sighed again and headed for the study, where his father would be. After a brief knock, he stepped inside.
Sir Robert Collins looked up and smiled. "Patrick? How are you feeling now?"
He returned the smile but it was clear to anyone who knew him that it was not a genuine one.. "Much better, Father. Though who knows how long that’ll last..."
"Don’t say that, son! I’ve been talking to every expert I can get my hands on. They’ve already started digging into your case. I’m sure someone will come through soon. Until then, you will have the best diet according to the plan and I want you to rest well. Leave all the stress to me.
Patrick gave him a faint smile, but didn’t say anything more. He didn’t have it in him to fake hope right now. He was actually looking forward to this death but his only worry was Adir.
"Father... there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you," he said, his voice flat.
Something in his tone made Sir Collins pause. He lowered the paper in his hands and turned fully to face Patrick, his expression shifting as if bracing for something he couldn’t yet name. Patrick let out a breath and sat down in the chair opposite him, clenching his fingers in front of him.
"I hope you’ll be able to forgive me."
Before he could say more, Sir Robert cut in sharply with an simple barked order, "Don’t start speaking in riddles, Patrick. Just tell me. Quickly. What is it?"
Patrick hesitated, ran a hand through his hair, then got to his feet as if the weight of what he had to say wouldn’t let him sit still. He walked over to the side table, poured a glass of warm water from the jug, and brought it back, placing it in front of his father. "You might need this."