Chapter 493

We will break off all ties kkk "Knock, knock, knock."

There were a few knocks on the door.

"Come in." Daniel quickly blinked his eyes a few times, and wiped the tears off his face, then shouted loudly.

The door was pushed in.

A fully armed man pushed open the door and came in, reporting to Daniel:

"Steward Frank, it's getting late. All the captured people was in the courtyard. Do you want to take an inventory?"

"Alright." Daniel nodded, "Patrick is among them?"

"We gave a cursory glance, but we did not see Patrick."

The man replied.

"Damn it!" It can't be him running away!"

Daniel immediately said, and quickly walked out.

Frank's attack this time was a surprise attack, if Patrick was able to escape to the mysterious core of the Browns, it would be hard to catch him again.

Alice sat on the wheelchair alone, and turned to look at the dining table at the side. The lanterns on the dining table emitted a faint light, shining under the multicolored net, like a swimming swordfish.

Lantern Festival.

In the end, she and William still could not even spend a New Year's Eve and a Lantern Festival together.

Night.

The island was covered in a long red glow. The entire island seemed to have turned into a sea of red with countless lanterns lit up.

The sounds of gunfire gradually became less intense and even faded away.

Alice lied on the bed alone. The room's heat was on, and even though a thick blanket was covering her body, but she only felt it to be heavy, and not warm at all.

She raised her hand and turned off the light. She watched the room go dark and closed her eyes and went to sleep.

It would be the best thing not to wake up again.

Suddenly.

A small voice suddenly sounded in the room.

Alice opened her eyes. Her eyes didn't show any surprise. In the next second, she was hugged by a blanket, and a warm breath brushed against the side of her face.

A kiss fell on her face.

"Alice, follow me."

Patrick laid on the bed and hugged her.

Alice did not struggle and said in a low voice, "I know you did not escape." She guessed that he might not have run away, hiding somewhere in the dark. "You're willing to talk to me?" In the darkness, Patrick said in a low voice. His voice was filled with joy, as if he couldn't see his own situation at all.

Outside were Cullens people.

"If you are able to escape, then you will be considered a rich and powerful individual. You actually chose to return."

Alice said in a low and hoarse voice.

"Because I want you to come with me." In the darkness, he stared into her eyes, "I have everything prepared. Come with me, we will leave this place immediately and start anew." Alice was forced to sit on the bed, "Any bumps will take my life."

"If you stay, the Cullens will take your life as well. They are not your guardians! They will only make things worse."

Patrick said in a low voice.

The two of them were extremely close.

She only had a chance with him.

"I didn't want to live." Alice said. She struggled even to speak and found it difficult to speak. "Tell me, where is William's body."

"Come with me, then I'll tell you."

Patrick said, as he lifted up the blanket and was about to leave.

"You can't live if you're with me. How do you think your most important assistant was captured?"

In order to complete his mission, Leon had to bring her away, but she forcefully dragged him down.

He should know it.

If he wanted her to leave now, she would drag him down.

Hearing that, Patrick laughed bitterly, "You are right, I am going to die. Moreover, I will die a miserable way. So what? I must take you with me today. If you want me to end up like that, I'll take it."

"Take it?"

Alice asked.

"Right. I'll save you, but if you want me to die with thousands of holes in my body. Then I'll take it!" Patrick said as he stared at her menacingly from the darkness. "Patrick, just how much hatred do you have towards me? Even if it's your death, I have to bear it." "Do you think I will forgive you just because you died with thousands of holes in your body?"

He had counted her parents' deaths as her love, and calculated William's death as her love. Now, even his death had to be blamed on her.

Did he really not want to her suffer?

"I do not need your forgiveness. As long as you carve a mark of Patrick on your heart, that is enough!"

Patrick said word by word.

A cold light flashed in the darkness.

Warm liquid dripped from his chest onto his hands.

The stench of blood was strong.

He sat there stiffly, his hand reaching towards his chest and holding onto the dagger. He followed the edge of the dagger and touched both of Alice's hands.

Her hands tightened on the hilt of her dagger.

This slash had probably exhausted all of her strength.

She had hidden the dagger in the quilt and was waiting for him here.

"Why do you want to kill me so much?" Patrick's face was covered in cold sweat.

He laughed bitterly, "What a pity. You stabbed a little incorrectly. Would you like to try again?"

He had a good chance of escaping.

But he couldn't bear to part with her. He couldn't bear to leave her alone. He wanted to take her with him. He thought that she would be moved.

So it turned out that she wasn't moved at all.

She hid her dagger and waited for him. She waited for her revenge.

Alice thought that she had been like a walking corpse for a long time, and her heart was dead. But after hearing that, her body still trembled.

In the silent night, the faint sounds of footsteps could be heard from outside.

There was someone patrolling.

"Patrick." Alice used the cold light of her dagger to look at Patrick's pale face. Her voice was weak and cold, "Go, leave from here. We are even."

"Even?" Patrick said in ridicule as he looked at her.

"From today onwards, we will break off all ties."

When Alice said that vague and cold.

It was so cold that Patrick wanted to shiver.

He held the dagger and stared at her, the woman who had stabbed him.

Seeing that he did not make a move, Alice did not say anything. She pulled her hand that was stained with her blood, and laid down on the bed.

They were clear.

Whether he left or stayed had nothing to do with her.

The sound of footsteps outside had been there all along.

Patrick held onto his wound. In the next second, his body stiffened as he got down from the bed and stood on the floor.

Alice ignored him.

It was unknown whether he had left or not.

She no longer cared about him anymore. Even if he was alive, she won't hate him anymore; if he was dead, she would no longer feel sad.

"Alice, tell me. Are you unable to pierce me correctly through the dark light, or are you intentionally do it wrong?"

Patrick's voice came out from the room.

Alice kept quiet and did not speak any further.

She had nothing more to say to him.

"Answer me as if it was my last question." Maybe in the next second, when he left, he would be stopped with a gun.

Alice closed her eyes, and her lips were pursed slightly..

Patrick laughed bitterly in the darkness.

"It seems that you leave me with a question that I will never know the answer." Patrick said bitterly, "Alice, you are the one who knows how to take care of me and torture me the most."

Alice remained silent, as if she hadn't heard his words at all.

"I'm leaving, Alice." Patrick bid his farewell to her. With his current state, he no longer had the ability to bring her away.

He turned around. After two silent steps, Patrick clenched his teeth, closed his eyes and said, "I did not capture William."

Alice suddenly opened her eyes shocked.

"I just wanted to see if you would choose me after hearing William's death."

Patrick said with some difficulty, "I didn't capture him. He probably didn't die, so don't give up your life."

Alice listened in a daze. With her weak physical strength, she tried her best to sit up, "Where is he?"

No one answered her.

Patrick had already quietly disappeared, leaving only the window half open and letting in a cool night breeze.

Alice looked at the window in disbelief.

Was he lying?

Why he said William not dead yet?

Did he really not capture William, or was he just letting her live, giving her an empty hope?

Tell her, tell her!

Tell her where William is! Where was he!

"Bam!"

The door was suddenly pushed open.

"Miss.Brown, sorry for the offense!" Daniel's voice came over, and in the next second, the lights in the room were turned on. Daniel stood there and looked at her nervously with sweat pouring out his head, "Miss. Brown, one of the bodyguards outside your door was knocked unconscious and was dragged into the next room. Are you alright?"

Before Daniel could even finish his words, he saw Alice sitting on the bed. She was wearing a pyjamas with blood on her body and her hands were also covered in blood.

"Miss.Brown!" Daniel rushed towards her in shock, "What happened? Are you all right? Have you hurt?"

What happened?

Patrick said that he did not capture William. He said William did not die.

Not dead.

"Steward Frank." she whispered.

"Yes, I'm here."

Daniel nodded.

"I want to eat." Alice looked up at Daniel, and became anxious, "Steward Frank, I want to eat. Hurry up and give me something to eat." "Huh?" Daniel was dumbstruck. She was not willing to eat previously no matter how he persuaded her, but now she was willing?

"Steward Frank, I want to eat. Now."

Alice said with all her might, but her voice sounded extremely weak.

"Okay, okay. I'll go prepare. Wait for a sec." Daniel nodded and turned to run out.

In the kitchen, Alice was pushed by the bodyguards to the dining table. She wearily picked up a spoon of porridge and swallowed it again and again.