Chapter 915

Hotel. Patrick Collins brought Francis Coleman back to the hotel, looking pretty out of it the whole way. Linda's suicide... yeah, he never saw that coming. Truth be told, he left too fast, didn't give her a proper explanation, no closure at all... it was a mess. In the end, he'd hurt two people. No excuse for that. Patrick was eaten up with guilt, his face kind of pale and tight. Francis? He blew up for once—totally unlike him. The guy who always stayed quiet like he was born to keep his mouth shut actually lost it, crying and begging Patrick not to go. But once they got to the hotel, Francis suddenly went quiet. Maybe on the way, he'd seen how torn up Patrick was. Maybe he realized Patrick really did care a lot about Linda. And then, in that strange calm, Francis started to hate himself a little. Was he turning into the kind of person he couldn't stand? Being unreasonable… whining like a kid? "Francis, Linda's like a little sister to me—we grew up in the same orphanage. That's it. I'