Chapter 684

Patrick Collins frowned, gripping Francis Coleman's neck with one hand, tightening his grip slowly. "You think I can trust you, even a little? I warned you—if anyone from the Schroeder family came looking for you, you were to stay away. Yet here you are. Still claiming you've got no hidden agenda?" Francis couldn't breathe, his face flushed red. If he hadn't shown up, Samuel wouldn't have backed off. If he hadn't come, that man would've just caused more mess. Patrick didn't trust him. Madeleine didn't trust him either. To be honest, no one ever really had. "I shouldn't have saved you back then. Should've let Ruby Clarke's people end you right there," Patrick shoved him hard, slamming him into the car door again. Francis's vision blurred for a second. Honestly, he'd never had much hope in Patrick—it was hard to feel disappointed when you never expected anything good in the first place. Still hurt though. That cold, unwanted feeling, like you're nothing but trash on the street—it still s