Chapter 171

Immediately, Zoey was taken away by the police officers forcefully.

Alice was still standing there with an indifferent expression.

Mary was also dragged away by the police, and she shouted at Patrick, "Patrick, save me. You will definitely regret not saving me today!

"I regret too many things. I don't mind having one more."

Patrick said indifferently.

He regretted being controlled by Mary and Zed for six years; he regretted not being able to remember everything at the first moment.

"You will regret it!"

Mary shouted as she was dragged out by the police.

The room became quiet. Alice was still standing like a puppet. Patrick sat on the bed and looked at her with his narrow and long eyes, "Alice, come here."

Alice did not move. Her eyes were unfocused and her clothes were still stained with blood from her foster mother's hands.

"Come here."

Patrick called out to her again. Seeing that she was not moving, he frowned, reached for the blanket and pulled it away to get off the bed.

Seeing that, Alice regained her senses, walked over to him and asked indifferently: "What's wrong?"

"Sit down."

Patrick patted on the sickbed.

As Alice sat down, he reached out to press his hand on her shoulder, while his another hand was still receiving the IV drip.

His fingers were warm.

Patrick stared deeply at her, his voice gentle as he looked at her face. "It's alright, Alice, life has many tomorrow, so you will only have to move further and further away from us."

Alice was startled, but when she looked into his eyes, she forced a smile, "I'm fine. Actually I wasn't forced by a man, I was just lying to my mother."

Patrick thought that she was tricked last night.

"Really? That's good." Patrick smiled and looked at her worriedly, "Then what happened to you?"

"I feel so sad."

"Is there really that much of a difference between a biological person and a non- biological person?" Alice said, "I was ignored again and again, and Mary has always been forgiven for doing wrong. But now, even my foster mother drugged me for Mary's sake."

Even if the foster mother thought it was sleeping pills, wasn't she afraid of the danger of falling down somewhere?

Now, she kept saying that they had raised her for free.

"Alice!"

"Actually, I wish they didn't do that." Alice's eyes turned grey, "Maybe it would be better if I stayed at the Forsaken Infant Island, since at least that place is filled with my own kind."

No one discriminated against her.

No one would say whom she owed.

"Alice." Patrick reached out and caressed her face that was like a puppet, his black eyes staring deeply at her, "You have me, I am your kind."

His voice was low and hoarse.

Hearing that, Alice sat there and her long eyelashes lightly trembled.

"When I'm better, let's leave this place and start over." Patrick said, the gentleness in his voice was extremely tempting, like a spring breeze.

Alice's gaze froze.

He actually thought of leaving as well.

But she wanted to leave alone.

Alice slowly pulled his hand down, and said, "Patrick, you and I are different after all, and now that William is no longer going to deal with us, you can prove yourself again in Miller Group."

"Are you going to leave me?" Patrick laughed bitterly.

"Although I am a young master, and have been taken care of since I was young, but I promise that I will not implicate you."

"Don't look at me being beaten up so badly by William this time, I still have a little bit of ability, and I will slowly become stronger. I promise, I'll definitely let you live a life whatever you want." Patrick said with a smile.

Alice sat there, listening to what he said. She couldn't interrupt him at all.

Patrick's face still had a sickly look, but his eyes were shining brightly as he continued to compose their future, "In the future, we will look for a house, not in the city center, beside a flowerfield."

"Then, the house will be painted white, and you can paint anything you like. Everything you paint will be our unique style."

"Take two more cats, one black and one white. Don't be lonely, let them wander around flowerfield everyday."

Not alone.

Patrick's every word struck the weakest spot in her heart. That was a place that she had always longed for but could not reach.

She listened and her eyes were wet.

"How about making a pond? There are some fish and prawns inside. If you have nothing better to do, why don't you catch some and cook it yourself?"

"Patrick." Alice interrupted him and looked at Patrick with watery eyes. "What's wrong?"

Patrick sat on the sickbed and smiled at her.

"Let's go to our hometown to see flowerfield." Alice said, her eyes stinging.

"Alright, we'll go when my feet can land." Patrick immediately agreed with a doting smile.

"Then we'll go our own ways."

Alice slowly said, her nose was sore.

"..." Patrick's smile froze on his face, his eyes stared blankly at her, "What? have I been rejected again? Why?"

"I want to go alone." Alice lowered her head, unable to look him in the eyes, "I'm really tired, I don't want to involve any relationships anymore."

"I know that your heart might still be with William. But we can just return to being playmates, or family." Patrick said.

His voice was almost humble.

As long as she didn't abandon him, he was fine.

"No." Alice shook her head, her throat choked, making it difficult for her to speak, because every word she said hurt Patrick, "Patrick, I can't afford to feel any emotion right now, it's a lot of pressure for me."

No matter what kind of feelings they were, family or love, she was afraid of them all.

The adoptive mother was the person that the whole family treated her the best, but she still helped Mary drugged her in the end.

William had treated her very well, but she was still tortured to the point that her entire body was covered with wounds.

Patrick had treated her very well and had also treated her coldly before, but now, he was injured because of her.

"Alice, I would not give you pressure?"

"All emotions have to be paid for." Alice said hesitantly, "I don't want to need anyone else, I want to be in peace for a while."

Patrick stared at her for a long time before he asked, "Then what should I do?"

For her, he worked hard to be the Patrick before.

For her, he had nothing.

Did he have to give her if she wanted to be guiet?

Hearing Patrick's words, Alice lowered her head even more. She knew that she owed Patrick for a long time.

He was so good to her since he recovered his memories.

After a long while, Alice raised her head, and revealed a smile, "Maybe one day when I think it through,, I will come back."

"Then what should I do?"

He only asked this question with a dejected look in his eyes.

Alice stared at him blankly.

"If you leave, what should I do?" Patrick asked with a bitter voice. He looked like an abandoned child with no one to rely on.

Alice's heart felt like it was being viciously grabbed by something.

Was she really too heartless?

He was injured like this because of her. Was he going to be injured by her again?

The light in Alice's eyes dimmed, and she was finally unable to harden her heart. Her lips moved, and the words "go together" rolled on her lips, when Patrick suddenly said, "Will you really come back after thinking it through?"

Alice was startled, then raised her eyes and looked deeply at his feminine face.

"What should we do?" Patrick laughed bitterly, "I still can't bear to see you in such a difficult situation. Go, as long as you remember to come back."

"Patrick!"

Alice looked at him emotionally.

He would always respect any of her choices.

"But I have two requests." Patrick said, "Can you promise me?"

"Alright, go ahead." Alice nodded, her tears streaming down her face.

"Don't agree so quickly. You might not be able to do it." Patrick spoke in a low and hoarse voice, "First, come with me to visit the flowerfield at my hometown before you leave."

Alice replied, "Alright."

That was what they had wanted when they were young.

"Secondly, during this period of time, you cannot stay with William or me." Patrick said his second request as he looked at her intently.

Hearing this request, Alice was surprised, so she stood there stunned.

"Is it really that hard to do?" Patrick asked, "I only hope that you won't be controlled, if not, I'll be left behind completely."

Alice looked at him in a daze.

Actually, at this point, she no longer dared to think about everything that had happened with William.

It was already the best result for William to grant her freedom. In the future, he would have a wife, and she would be willing to give birth to babies for him.

On the overpass, the moment she took off her ring was over.

"I promise you." Alice said.

Hearing that, Patrick's face revealed a smile, and with a deep smile, "sure."

That's good.

He still had a chance, didn't he? It wasn't that he couldn't completely turn the tables around. In the majestic and solemn Imperial Castle, in one of the studios on the third floor. The decor was filled with a sense of science and technology. The walls were covered with computers with rows of data floating on them.

A tall figure sat on a white spaceship massage chair. A keyboard rested on his knee, and a pair of slender hands were rapidly tapping on it.

He was dressed in a black shirt, with a deep contours. His facial features were handsome, with a hint of mixed blood in them. His chin was thin and cold. He had a tight-fitting thin lip, a handsome nose, and two bloodshot eyes.

In the quiet studio, the only sound that could be heard was he tapping on the keyboard.

Daniel pushed the door open and entered, holding a cup of fruit soup: "Young Master, you have already stayed here for a continuous period of 29 hours, just rest up."

William sat on the massage chair, pretending not to hear anything. He pushed away the keyboard in his hands, picked up the other keyboard and started tapping.

As he typed, a computer on the wall was flipping through a series of data.