Chapter 96 Pull Her into His Embrace
Elizabeth glanced up, "Mom, you're pretty easy on Michael, huh?"
Nancy went to pour her a glass of water.
Elizabeth took the glass, sipping slowly until she finally calmed down a bit.
She put the glass down and stood up, "Mom, I'm heading out. You're right. I need to talk to Michael face-to-face."
Seeing her stand, Nancy grabbed the coat hanging by the door, "Let me walk you out. I don't feel good about you going out all distracted."
Elizabeth sat on the bench to change her shoes, "Don't worry, Mom. I'll be fine. I'm not a kid anymore."
Elizabeth took a cab back to the Thomas Villa.
Michael had just gotten back from the office and was chilling in the living room.
When he saw Elizabeth walk in, his eyes lit up.
He was about to stand up but noticed something was off with her expression.
"Have you eaten? You look terrible. Did something happen?" he asked.
Elizabeth changed her shoes and slowly walked over to sit next to him.
She looked up, staring at Michael seriously. "Michael, I need to ask you something, and I want you to be honest."
Michael sensed her seriousness and his expression turned serious too. "You know I've never lied to you."
Elizabeth nodded, "That's true. I just need to know, was Patricia's death related to you?"
Michael was stunned.
This question was a trap. How should he answer?
If he said yes, she'd think he killed Patricia.
If he said no, Patricia did die because his guys barged into the hotel, scaring her into jumping.
Michael was stuck, unsure how to respond.
Elizabeth watched his hesitation.
Her heart sank.
He didn't need to say anything more. She had already judged him guilty in her heart.
Michael had never shown such hesitation before. He was always decisive.
But the question she just asked stumped him.
Was he considering how to explain it to her gently?
But no matter how gently he put it, the truth wouldn't change!
Patricia was so young! Even if she was guilty, she should have faced legal judgment, to understand and admit her crimes.
She shouldn't have been punished with such a hasty end to her life!
Thinking of this, Elizabeth stood up, her expression cold, "Michael, you don't need to answer. Your face already told me everything."
Michael frowned, "Answer? What answer? I just don't know how to respond to your question."
Elizabeth looked at him, her gaze icy. "Is it that hard to answer? Just say yes or no. It's a simple question, why are you struggling so much?"
Elizabeth's voice was filled with coldness.
Michael's voice changed too. "Elizabeth, it's not what you think. Have you considered that if the bodyguards hadn't shown up in time yesterday, it would have been you and me who died? If I had died, would you be this concerned?"
Elizabeth's mouth opened slightly. She suddenly didn't know how to answer his question.
If Michael had died, it wouldn't be a matter of concern for her.
Elizabeth assumed she would be devastated.
But Michael wouldn't understand.
At this moment, in this situation, she couldn't just tell him that.
Michael stood up. "Elizabeth, I don't know how to answer your question. But I can tell you this: the people who attacked me yesterday were sent by Patricia."
Elizabeth's eyes widened in horror. "So, Patricia's death was really your doing?"
Michael turned angrily, his gaze cold. "Think whatever you want. In any case, those who cross me don't end well. You know that."
With that, Michael stormed upstairs, leaving Elizabeth and his wheelchairs behind.
Elizabeth watched him leave, fuming herself. She plopped down on the couch, needing to calm down before heading out. She couldn't let Nancy see they'd fought again. Otherwise, Nancy would worry.
Why couldn't things be resolved through the law? Why did Michael always resort to violence? Why was he so brutal? They were both unharmed, so why did he have to be so ruthless with Patricia? Why were his methods of revenge so extreme? Did he really have to make Patricia pay with her life?
Elizabeth couldn't accept Michael's brutality.
Susan came over to console her, "Mrs. Thomas, please try to understand Mr. Thomas. If he did that, he must have had no other choice. I've been with Mr. Thomas for over 20 years, and I know him well. Even though he always has a stern face, he has a kind heart. Mr. Thomas would never harm someone without a reason."
Elizabeth huffed, "Kind? He drove Patricia to jump to her death. Is that what you call kind?"
Susan gently said, "Lately, whether it's due to the weather or his injuries, Mr. Thomas's depression has flared up. Mrs. Thomas, could you spend more time with him? Mr. Thomas needs understanding and comfort too. You can talk to him more. I think Mr. Thomas will tell you his true thoughts."
Elizabeth's eyes widened in disbelief.
She thought, 'Is Michael's depression still not cured?'
Previously, Michael's mood was always unpredictable, and he was so averse to children. Could it be related to his depression?
She didn't know if he was getting treatment.
Should she go upstairs to check on him?
She had made him so angry, it might have triggered him.
He'd better not do anything to harm himself.
After all, she had studied psychology and knew that many depression patients had tendencies to self-harm.
There were also many who committed suicide.
Thinking of this, Elizabeth shuddered. She decided to go upstairs to find Michael.
Elizabeth didn't knock; she went straight into Michael's bedroom.
Michael, having just taken a shower, sat at the foot of the bed on the sofa, dressed in a bathrobe and holding a newspaper.
She didn't know if he was just pretending.
Seeing Elizabeth come in, Michael looked up at her. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something but held back.
He turned his eyes back on the newspaper unseeingly, his lips tightly pressed together, showing a look of grievance.
Elizabeth saw his expression; he seemed like he wanted to explain.
But why did he suddenly give up? Was she that unreasonable?
Elizabeth walked over and stood in front of him.
She softly called him, "Michael."
After a few seconds, Michael, finally losing control of himself, grabbed Elizabeth's wrist and pulled her into his arms.
Elizabeth let out a soft gasp.
His robe hung loosely on his body.
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