Chapter 262 If You Don't Help Me, I Can Only Die
Patricia shrugged it off, placing the gift on the desk nearby. "Michael, I picked out these cups for you and Sinclair. Congrats on the wedding. You used to love Juniper but couldn't have her. I wanted to help, but you turned me down. You thought going up against Magnus for Juniper would ruin your friendship. But to me, you're my real brother, so I took your side. I tried to help you win Juniper, but you blamed me for interfering. I felt bad for you. But now you're marrying Sinclair, and I really wish you all the best."
Michael took a deep breath, his brow furrowing as he sighed. "What are you getting at? We're siblings, and I hope you'll turn yourself in, Patricia. You can't keep messing up."
"Michael, I might not be a saint, but remember? When we went back home and there was that earthquake? My leg got crushed by a concrete pillar saving you! The rescue team was short-handed, and I told them to save you first! Michael, others can criticize me, but not you. Mom and Dad passed away early. Mom held our hands and said we were the only family left and should support each other. Michael, I've done that. Have you?"
Patricia's voice cracked, tears streaming down her face.
Michael stood there, head down, face somber, emotions swirling in his eyes. He looked up at his only sister, his gaze filled with helplessness and sorrow. "Did you come tonight to plead with me? Patricia, do you even realize what you've done?"
"I wronged Sinclair, but I've accepted her now. Michael, you know I don't like her, but I accepted your marriage to her for your sake. Now she remembers nothing. Michael, just pretend you don't know about the accident. I'll respect her from now on. If Sinclair finds out the accident was my fault, do you think she won't hate you? The best thing now is to bury this. It's good for us," she spoke with a sense of righteousness.
Michael smiled bitterly. "Patricia, it's my fault. I spoiled you. The child in Sinclair's womb was a living being. How can you talk so lightly? Do you know what Sinclair went through because of that accident? She might never have her own kids again."
"With today's medical tech, as long as we have money, it's not hard to have a child. Besides, she's still alive, isn't she? I almost died saving you during that earthquake! Michael, can you forgive me this once? Sinclair is an outsider. Are you really going to send your own sister to prison for an outsider? Yes, I'm a bad person, but I've always been good to you!"
He took a deep breath, silent for a long time, then made up his mind. "Patricia, it's not too late to turn back. Don't make more mistakes."
With that, Michael turned to leave.
As he reached the study door, Patricia grabbed a small military knife from the pen holder and pressed it against her carotid artery. "Michael, help me one more time. If you insist on sending me to prison, I might as well have died in that earthquake. If I had died saving you, at least you'd remember my goodness! Even if Sinclair regains her memory, she won't know the accident was my fault! As long as we both stay silent, this can be over! If you insist on exposing me, do you think Sinclair won't hold any resentment?"
Michael tilted his head slightly, closed his eyes, and clenched his fists at his sides, gritting his teeth. "Patricia, why are you pushing me like this?"
"Michael, you're the one pushing me! Magnus has been to prison. Ask him what those three years were like! I can't go to prison. I'm not Magnus. If I go in, my life is over. Sending me to prison is worse than killing me!" Patricia was almost hysterical.
Michael turned to look at her, his eyes red. "Put the knife down."
Patricia cried, shaking her head frantically. "I know you think I'm causing trouble for you. Michael, just help me one last time. After you and Sinclair's wedding, I'll leave the country and never come back. I won't cause you any more trouble. Michael, help me one last time, for the sake of our sibling bond, for Mom and Dad, and for the time I almost lost my leg saving you."
Michael stared at her silently, his face a mix of sorrow and numbness.
Seeing he wouldn't relent, Patricia pressed the sharp blade closer to her neck, breaking the skin and drawing a bit of blood.
She pleaded, her voice trembling. "Michael, I don't want to go to prison. If you don't help me, I'll have no choice but to die."
Michael said, "Sinclair didn't die. Your crime isn't that severe. If you turn yourself in, you'll get four or five years at most. Patricia, when you get out, you'll only be thirty. If you behave well, you might be out in three years."
Before he could finish, Patricia screamed, "Four or five years? When I get out, I'll be no different from a cripple! Who in our circle will accept me then? I won't even be able to find a job... Michael, you're willing to ruin me for Sinclair! I might as well die!"
Patricia raised the knife, aiming for her artery!
Michael's eyelid twitched, and he quickly stepped forward, grabbing the knife and throwing it on the table, suppressing his anger. "If you want to die, do it outside! I don't want to clean up your mess!"
"Michael... please, help me one last time." Patricia trembled all over, her legs giving way as she knelt before him.
Michael's face remained grim, and he kept silent.
After a long time, Patricia's legs went numb. She slowly stood up, saying dejectedly, "Then I might as well die."
After Patricia left, Michael sat in the small study for a long, long time.
He opened a nearby drawer and took out an old family photo.
The year of the earthquake, Patricia was about to graduate high school. Her leg was crushed under the rubble, and she spent almost a month in the hospital. It was close to graduation, but she missed a lot of school, failing to meet the credits and hours required. To get into Imperial Capital, she had to retake courses.
At that time, he really felt sorry for her. She failed her exams and almost became disabled saving him. Because of this, he indulged her mischief.
But this time, she had hired someone to kill Sinclair.
He gently stroked the family photo, murmuring, "Dad, Mom, Patricia went too far this time. If you were still here, would you blame me for not considering our sibling bond?"
In the middle of the night, Michael was awakened by a phone call.
It was from the property management of Patricia's apartment complex. "Are you Patricia's brother? Come quickly! Patricia is on the rooftop, threatening to jump! We can't stop her!"
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
