Chapter 285 Patricia Learns the Whole Truth
The severity in hisFrank's tone made Patricia turn serious, ready to listen intensely.
But, but as Frank locked eyes with her, the words he was aboutstruggled to say got stuck invoice his throaughts.
After a moment of internal struggle and bolstering his bravery, he finally said,
"Hunter is a conniving lowlife that you need to steer clear of. You mustn't let him deceive you any longer."
Charles snorted, thinking it was a joke andPatricia couldn't help but laughsnort.
"BrotherMan, what are you talking about? Hunter and I grew up together. There's no way he could be some sneaky lowlife!. You're joking with me, right?"
After saying this, she looked at Frank, but hisHowever, seeing the seriousness in Frank's face was not joking; it was serious and stern. Her expression froze.
, her mirth died. "Are you... are you serious?"
Frank nodded,. "Look, I know we've only known each other for five years, not as long as you've known Hunter, b. But the guy is definitely a snake. , and Yyou've got to trust me on this."
Patricia's face went pale in an instant. She shook her head vehemently, disbelief written all over her face.
"How could that be? How is that even possible? How could he be that kind of person?"
Frank spoke slowly,. "The Fannie's death of Fannie—it was all his doing, part of his calculated plan. Knowing about our closeness, he took my grnandma hostage to force me to spy on you and to wreck your relationship with Martin. Think about it, —does the timing not add up? Didn't he I show up right after he leaving meleft?"
This sudden revelation made Patricia's legs buckle, and she staggered backward.
Frank, fearing she might fall, quickly reached out to steady her.
Patricia looked at him, each word heavy with incredulity, "You're telling me that Fannie's death was his doing?" Patricia said.
God knows, it took her immense effort to say that.
Since he chose to come clean, Frank decided not to hold back anything,. "Yes, that day at your place, I cornered him in the hallway, and he confessed. First itIt started was with Fannie, then it's Charles... and he wouldn't stop there, not even with the baby you're carrying."
Patricia felt the room spinning, almost too overwhelmed to stay consciousfeeling like she might faint. "Why? Why would he go this far?"
"Why? Why would he go this far?"
Frank scoffed coldly,. "Because they're Martin's children, not his!. He can't stand the thought of you having children with another man."
Patricia's mind was in turmoil, as if struck by lightning—utter chaos with no abilityreeled, struggling to think straightprocess the information.
Frank knew the truth was cruel, but sparing her now would only lead to greater pain later. He steeled himself and continued,, "And iIt was no accident on your wedding day either.
He Hunter planned it all out, made sureleading Martin to found out aboutdiscover the pregnancy and think—that the child beingwas Hunter's, not hishis own."
Patricia's strength left her as she pushed away Frank's hand and slumped weakly against the wall.
"No wonder... no wonder..."
No wonder Martin had suddenly asked her before the wedding ceremony if a woman could have thea child for of a man she didn't love. He must've thought the baby was Hunter's.
SoHe must've thought the baby was Hunter's.
But could she, in Martin's eyes, really be that type of woman who hasdid Martin think she had so little self-respect that she'd just hop into a man's bed with any guy?
He never believedhad absolutely no faith in her from the start.
Frank took hold ofgrabbed Patricia's arms urgently,. "The reason I'm telling you all this is so you can see Hunter for who he truly is – don'tand not be fooled by his pretense any longer. If he can harm a five-year-old child, imagine how monstrous he truly is. You need to stay away from him."
Patricia's face went pale, and her blood runningran cold as if she were stranded in the midst of a frozen wasteland.
"Aren't you afraid he'll hurt your grandmothernana if you tell me all this?" she said.
Frank's face twisted in agony at her question. "My grandmothernana... she's dead. They killed her and... and there's no bodynothing left, it just dissolved into but a puddle of liquid."
"A puddle of liquid?" Patricia echoed;, her voice filled with shocked.
Frank nodded,. "Yes, it's aA body-dissolving liquid chemical developed by the the Miller Group developed a few years ago, a body-dissolving liquid. A One drop on a wound and even a living person would melt away.
I saw it with my own eyeswatched through on the surveillance footage as one – one of Hunter's men slashed a wound on my deceased grandmothernana and poured the liquid into it. I..."."
"I...," Patricia tried to speak,Frank choked but a choke stopped her, and she had to muster hermustered his strength to continue,. "I never got to say goodbye to her. And now, there's not even a body to mourn."
To convince her, Frank pulled out a video he had prepared. It was footage from the previous night's surveillance. The voice speaking through the jailer's phone left Patricia stunned.
It was footage from the previous night's surveillance.
Everything was normal until the voice came through on the bodyguard's phone, leaving Patricia utterly stunned.
"So, she's dead. What's the big deal?"Once they're dead, they're dead. What's the fuss about?"
It was Hunter's voice; s.
She could never mistake his voiceit.
Patricia's mind spun into chaos.
To witness, witnessing a living person reduced to nothing but liquid right before her eyes.
As Frank watched his grandmother'snana's tragic fate again, his heart wrenched in pain, and his. His body quivered with a hate for Hunter that reached deep into his bones.
He longed for nothing more than to take Hunter down himself, to avenge his grandmothernana.
Patricia could hardly believe what she was seeing.
Such a horrifying thing existed in the world.
And, yet Hunter had used this vile method on an elderly old woman who had already passed away.
"I'm going to confront him myself…"
She was," she said, determined to ask Hunter why how he could be so cruel to a child, to and an elderly person.
Frank's grip tightened with urgency;, his voice laced saying with fearfully,. "No, you can't go. That man's a monster. If you expose him, what if he lashes out and harms you in a fit of rage?"
Patricia's resolve was like steel. "He won't. He won't hurt me..."
But Frank was beside himself with frustration. "If he cared about you at all, he wouldn't have hurt Fannie like that. Five years ago, as a complete stranger to your family, I treated you alland your family with genuine kindness. And despite being complete strangers. But what has he done? He's only ever other than to hurt you under the guise of love?. A man capable oflike that is capable of anythinghas no moral boundaries."
Patricia felt her unwavering confidence begin to crumble.
The, but the thought, however, of Fannie's tragic end at Hunter's hands ignited a fire in her veins.
"No, I have to confront him. I want to ask him why. My Hunter isn't like this. He wasHe's a warm and caring big brother, not this demon."
Seeing her mind made up, Frank reluctantly stepped back. "I'll go with you. If anything happens, I'll be there to protect you."
Patricia didn't want to drag him into danger; the idea of Hunter hurting him, too, was too much.
She shook her head. "That's not necessary. If it weren't for me, grannyyour nana would be finealive. I can't put you in danger again."
But Frank insisted, compromising, "I'll wait outside then," he said.. "If anything goes wrong, I'll come in."
After some thought, Patricia agreed to his plan.
With a brief exchange, they quickly made their way to the hotel where Hunter was staying.
Standing at the door, Patricia raised her hand to knock but then hesitated, turning to Frank,. "You hide. Once I'm inside, then come."
Frank nodded and concealed himself around a corner.
Finally, Patricia knocked, and the door swung open.
The door swung open swiftly.
Seeing Patricia, Hunter greeted her with a tender smile. "Weren't you at the hospital?
What brings you here so suddenly?"
Patricia had thought she'd erupt on sight—slapping, shouting, wildly demanding explanations.
Yet, standing before him, she was unexpectedly calm, unable to reconcile the man's gentle visage with the devil Frank had described.
Caught staring, Hunter affectionately tousled her hair,. "Daydreaming?"
Patricia's skin bristled, but she kept a poker face. "I have something to ask you."
Without a second thought, Hunter stepped back to let her in.
As Patricia slipped into the room, she carefully left the door ajar., Nnot entirely trusting the house's quiet of the house, she. She wanted to ensure Frank could come to her aid if something went wrong.
Hunter glanced at the ajar door, left ajar on purpose, a shadow of unease briefly crossingentering his eyes. Without betraying his intentions, hegaze. He discreetly closed the door firmly and locked it.
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