Chapter 294 The Consequence
When Patricia heard it was Michael calling, her dull eyes lit up instantly.
She looked at Magnus with pleading eyes, not sure if he'd answer. He sat there, stone-faced, as she crawled over and knelt at his feet, tears and snot running down her face. "Magnus, please, let me talk to Michael before I die. Just a few words!"
For some reason, Magnus showed a rare bit of mercy. "Answer it," he said.
Paul picked up the call and put it on speaker.
Before anyone could say anything, Patricia shouted, "Michael, Magnus has me! I don't know where I am! Save me! If you don't, I'll die horribly! Beg Magnus for mercy! I can't die like this!"
Paul kicked her shoulder. "Shut up!"
Patricia fell and writhed on the ground in agony.
Michael was silent on the other end.
Paul asked, "Mr. Johnson, what can I do for you?"
Patricia cried out again, "Michael, save me! This place is terrifying! They threw me into a water dungeon with dead rats! They want to cut out my tongue! Are you just going to let them kill me?"
After a few seconds, Michael finally spoke, "Paul, is Mr. Blackwood there? I have something to say to him."
Paul looked at Magnus, unsure.
Magnus took the phone, turned off the speaker, and asked, "Are you going to plead for your sister?"
"I know she's done terrible things, but she's still my sister. For the sake of our friendship, please let her surrender, or you can give her a life sentence, but don't torture her."
Michael knew if Patricia died at Magnus's hands, she'd suffer immensely.
Magnus was ruthless, and he'd make her wish she were dead, keeping her alive just to torture her.
Magnus looked coldly at Patricia, his eyes narrowing. "If I send her to surrender now, it would be a risk for me."
He was firm, not relenting.
Michael took a deep breath. "Magnus, we've been friends for years. I've never asked you for anything. I'm not asking you to let her go..."
Magnus smirked coldly. "Don't worry, I won't kill her. For your sake, I won't go too far. But whether she survives, that's up to fate."
With that, Magnus hung up.
Patricia, trembling on the ground, glared at Magnus. "What are you going to do? Don't come near me. If you kill me, Michael will hate you!"
Magnus sneered, indifferent. "Many people hate me. One more won't matter."
He was even prepared for Juniper to hate him. As for others, their hatred didn't concern him.
Seeing no chance for help, Patricia decided to fight back, screaming, "Yes, I pushed Lyra down, but so what? The real mastermind is your mother, Ava! If Ava hadn't wanted to settle scores with Lyra, I wouldn't have kicked her wheelchair! Magnus, even if I'm guilty, it was for your mother. I was helping her, but you don't appreciate it! No one can wash their hands clean! Ava must take responsibility!"
She screamed, "Magnus, stop fooling yourself. No matter what you do, you and Juniper are never gonna be together! If I can't have you, neither can she! I curse you both for betraying each other forever!"
Hearing Patricia's crazed rant, Magnus didn't get mad. Instead, he laughed.
He looked up slightly, a cold smile playing on his lips. "Are you done?"
Patricia froze.
Magnus tilted his head, and his subordinate stepped forward, understanding the unspoken command.
He turned away, his expression dark and brooding.
Soon, a blood-curdling scream echoed behind him!
Blood poured from Patricia's mouth, splattering onto the back of Magnus's hand.
She could only make muffled cries, her hands clawing at the filthy ground, crawling towards Magnus's feet.
Her hand touched his leather shoe.
Magnus frowned, eyes filled with disgust.
But Patricia grinned and laughed.
Was he disgusted by her filth?
Well, now he wasn't clean either.
She trembled, trying to grab his trousers.
Magnus stepped on her dirty hand, grinding it under his shoe.
He looked down, somewhat regretful. "Michael spoiled you too much, never taught you to keep your mouth shut if you can't speak properly. Since you refuse to change, there's no need to keep your last breath."
Patricia's eyes widened in shock.
Magnus said coldly, "Throw her back into the water dungeon. Get Michael to handle her body before she dies."
Michael and Patricia were siblings, after all.
They should see each other one last time.
Magnus, though ruthless, still had a trace of humanity.
Paul glanced at Patricia, a flash of discomfort in his eyes. The scene was indeed gruesome.
He stood beside Magnus, slightly bowing his head in response. "Got it."
Patricia was thrown back into the water dungeon.
Magnus used a tissue to carefully wipe the blood off his hand.
His phone rang.
He tossed the dirty tissue away in disgust. When he saw the caller ID, the hostility and coldness in his eyes softened a bit.
He walked outside while answering the call.
It was Juniper.
"Are you busy now?" she asked, her voice soft.
"What's up?" Having just dealt with Patricia, his voice was still chilly, sounding unfriendly.
Juniper felt naturally a bit displeased, though she didn't know why. "I just want to talk to you," she said.
"Okay." Magnus's voice softened a bit.
In fact, Juniper didn't have anything specific to talk about.
Magnus had returned to the Imperial Capital last night. Although they had been apart for less than twenty-four hours, Juniper inexplicably missed him.
She murmured, "I don't know what's wrong these past two days, always feeling tired and sleepy, and I have no appetite."
Magnus's first thought was that she was sick, and he frowned. "Are you sick? Have you been to the doctor?"
"No, just a bit drowsy and weak, nothing feels particularly wrong. Maybe it's the change of seasons. In winter, it's always sleepy in a warm room," she replied.
"As long as you're okay, take good care of yourself."
Juniper hesitated and didn't respond for a while.
"What's wrong?" Magnus asked.
There was a few seconds of silence on the phone.
Magnus said, "If you don't speak, I'll hang up."
Juniper, rarely shy, stammered, "Do you miss me?"
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