Chapter 911

Patrick froze for a second, anxious to explain. "No, it's not like that—" It wasn't about pity. He just... realized things too late. "Mr. Collins, look at me now. I'm not planning to return to Pinebrook, not looking to partner with anyone, and I sure as hell have no intention of threatening you or Beckett. So... please leave." Francis was breathing heavily, holding back the frustration in his chest. This was the most dignified way he knew to push Patrick away. "Francis…" Patrick stepped forward, wanting to hold his hand, but seeing it injured, he hesitated, afraid of hurting him. "When you're discharged, we'll talk, properly." He stood to the side, refusing to leave. Francis frowned, patience fraying at the edges. "Don't you have work to do, Mr. Collins? Since you're so worried Robert might hurt Beckett, shouldn't you be at the office instead of standing here?" His eyes fixed on Patrick, full of unresolved emotions. He cared so much about work, about Beckett. What was he doing here now