Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart (Natalia and Hamilton) novel Chapter 293

By the time Hamilton arrived, Alden was already waiting at the doorstep.

"Fix me something to eat," Hamilton said, his voice deep and weary.

After a brief exchange with Alden, Hamilton's brooding presence seemed to fill the space around them.

Alden frowned, concern etching his features. "Bro, what's going on?"

Hamilton's voice was icy. "Nothing. Just seeking some comfort, that's all."

Without another word, he walked inside.

The moment Patrick saw Hamilton, hope sparked in his eyes.

He instinctively felt Hamilton was here to save him.

"Mr. Fowler, I swear it wasn't me. I was duped, I had no intention of crossing you," Patrick stammered.

Hamilton settled into a chair and lit a cigarette, a mocking laugh escaping him after a long drag.

"Patrick, if it wasn't me you were after, then who?"

Patrick paled, realizing Hamilton wasn't in a forgiving mood. His heart skipped a beat.

"Mr. Fowler, please, I was just being used. Let me go, for Eveleen's sake."

"Patrick." Hamilton's gaze was lethal. "Bringing up Eveleen now?"

Patrick stammered, realizing the gravity of his situation.

"What do you mean, Mr. Fowler?"

"You think the Schafer family can play me for a fool?"

Patrick's face went ashen, panic setting in. But he fought to keep his composure. "Mr. Fowler, I don't understand what you're implying. The Schafer family has never wronged you. Eveleen might be headstrong, but her feelings for you are genuine. Perhaps there's been a misunderstanding?"

Hamilton's cold gaze pierced through Patrick. "You know Dr. Sinclair, don't you?"

Patrick's discomfort grew. "Which Dr. Sinclair? The Schafer family is in pharmaceuticals; we know many doctors."

Suddenly, Hamilton was on his feet, kicking Patrick to the floor.

"Stop playing dumb with me!"

Patrick coughed out blood, yet he persisted, "Mr. Fowler, I don't know what you're talking about. Did Eveleen wrong you in some way?"

Hamilton grabbed Patrick, pinning him against the wall. "Eveleen is Evi, isn't she?"

Struggling for air, Patrick's heart sank. But he knew better than to confess. Without evidence, Hamilton wouldn't just kill him; he needed confirmation.

"Eveleen is... Evi," Patrick managed to say, despite the suffocating grip.

Hamilton threw him aside. "You're in deep denial."

He called out, and Alden entered, playing a recording.

"It was Patrick who bribed me to spill your secrets, Mr. Fowler. Only Patrick knew about your childhood."

Patrick's denial grew desperate. "Mr. Fowler, that's a lie! Why would I need to inquire about your past when Eveleen knew all along?"

Hamilton drew a knife, offering one last chance.

Patrick remained defiant. "I didn't do it."

The knife pierced Patrick's hand, drawing a scream, yet his claim remained unchanged.

Hamilton withdrew, leaving Patrick unconscious.