Chapter 270
The group departed with a triumphant swagger.
All that remained was the other hundred-million-dollar debt contract, which had been slapped hard against Patrick’s face.
Patrick watched the group’s retreating backs, the world spinning around him.
His vision went dark.
Then, he fell backward, stiff as a board.
The last thing he heard were a few faint shouts before he lost consciousness completely.
He didn’t know how much time had passed.
Patrick woke to a throbbing headache.
He opened his eyes to the familiar sight of his bedroom ceiling.
His throat was on fire, painfully dry and sore.
“Water… water p>
His voice was so hoarse that all that came out was a weak, raspy whisper, so faint he could barely hear it himself.
The room was empty.
No one answered.
He had fainted.
And not a single person was in the room looking after him p>
Patrick’s chest heaved with anger, which only made the dry, itching pain in his throat
worse, sending him into a fit of dry coughs.
Every cough felt like a knife slicing his throat.
Patrick forced himself to sit up.
As he hardly got out of bed, a wave of intense dizziness washed over him.
He reached up and touched his forehead. It was burning hot.
He clearly had a fever.
A surge of anger flared in Patrick’s heart, and he started coughing uncontrollably again.
He was burning up like this.
And they hadn’t even taken him to the hospital?
It was one thing to be left unattended, but they hadn’t even prepared a glass of water for him p>
The angrier he got, the more it felt like razor blades were scraping his throat.
Patrick’s legs trembled as he steadied himself against the wall, his steps unsteady as he painstakingly shuffled into the living room.
With a shaky hand, he poured himself a glass of cold water.
The cool liquid flowed down his throat, slightly easing the burning discomfort.
Just then, he heard voices coming from the terrace outside the living room.
“Sob… Logan… Benedict… should! really not have come back to this family? Serena… is she treating you all like this because I stole Mom and Dad from her, becaused stole you from her p>
Hailey’s voice was choked with sobs as she cried brokenly. “It hurts so much to see
how she’s treating the family… Mom and Dad I feel so useless p>
“It’s all my fault. It’s all because of
me that the family has ended up like this… Maybe… maybe I should just leave. If Heave… maybe my sister will cool down and forgive the
family and she’ll be willing to come
back p>
“Hailey, what nonsense are you talking about?” Logan immediately cut her off.
“You’re just too kind, that’s why you blame yourself for everything p>
“How could this be your fault? It’s all
that ungrateful Serena! I saw from the beginning that she was trouble that she was vicious to the core! She’s a menace, a jinx, Bringing her into this family has only brought us more disaster p>
Whenever Logan thought about the Serena he had always looked down upon now being the leader of that group of top-tier heirs p>
A bitter taste filled his mouth.
Especially since Serena had instigated those heirs to force the Wynn family to sign
what was essentially a contract of indentured servitude.
It was tantamount to grinding the Wynn family’s dignity into the dirt!
What Logan was most unwilling to admit was that he had completely misjudged her p>
He clenched his fists tightly and said through gritted teeth, “She can’t even hold a candle to you p>
Hearing this, Hailey was naturally delighted, but she kept on whimpering.