Healing my disabled husband novel Chapter 889

Chapter 889 A Layer of Low Pressure Lingers Everywhere

Pain shot through Alina's arm, making it impossible for her to observe her surroundings.
When she finally calmed down, she realized that she was in a dark and damp warehouse with no one in sight. Suddenly, the lights turned on, blinding Alina and forcing her to cover her eyes with one hand.
As she adjusted to the brightness, she saw Patrick sitting across from her with a cold expression on his face.
Alina's heart felt like it was being twisted by a knife at the sight of him. She didn't know what was going to happen next, but one thing was certain: Patrick wouldn't let her go. And now she knew that he was the one who had kidnapped and locked her up.
At that moment, besides fear, Alina also felt deep hatred towards him. She hated him so much!
Patrick asked bluntly, "Who ordered you to do this?"
Alina lay prostrate on the ground looking miserable and pitiful as if nothing could be done about it. Her gaze never left Patrick's face as he waited for an answer.
"No one! It was just me!" she said after a long pause.
She knew that revealing who had helped her would not benefit herself in any way. Even if she did tell him everything he wanted to know about those behind-the-scenes people involved in this mess, there would be no mercy from Patrick either way.
Rather than that, it was better to bear it all herself. In this way, maybe someone will come to save her.
Otherwise, even if she gave up the people behind her, she must be retaliated by Patrick.
Alina kept her mouth shut, as if she wouldn't say anything, no matter what.
Patrick sneered at Alina's response. Playing games like this wouldn't work against him anymore. Did she think he had no other ways of dealing with someone like her?
She'd got a good idea.
He signaled Trace over instead of doing anything himself.
Alina knew Trace well. Last time when she was thrown into jail, he made sure that every day inside there became torture for poor Alina. Seeing Trace again filled Alina with more fear than seeing Patrick. She really feared him!
Trembling on all fours, she couldn't help but feel terrified as Trace dragged her up off the ground by force despite how scared or helpless or pitifully pathetic she looked right now.
Alina fought as hard as she could. However, to no avail, she was pulled up like this and dragged straight inside.
"Let go of me! Let go of me!" Alina struggled hard, but she was no match for Trace's strength.
Soon, Trace dragged Alina away.
Patrick stood up from his chair only after Alina's voice faded away.
With Trace's methods, it was as easy as pie to get Alina to spill the beans.
Patrick left the warehouse directly.
Inside the warehouse, there were Alina's desperate screams, one after another, each one more terrifying than the last.
Patrick got into the car and stepped on the gas pedal, driving straight back to the Hayden family.
Camdyn was still asleep, and although his vital signs were good, he had not woken up yet. This had cast a gloomy atmosphere over the entire Hayden family. Even with Aimee and Kelvin around, it still felt incredibly stifling.