NovelEnglishChapter 212
Patrick realized that Cameron wasn't budging and had no choice but to swallow his pride and plead, "Cameron,
please getout of here. I'll do whatever you say from now on. Deal?"
Cameron, clearly annoyed, snapped back, "Wait forto get back with good news," and then stormed off, his
face set like stone.
Patrick felt hopeful, and rubbed his hands together eagerly. "With Cameron on it, it's like having double the
manpower. I'll be out of here in no time."
Back at the detention center, a fellow inmate gave Patrick a long, peculiar look, studying him intently.
Patrick tried to steer clear of the guy, but he sidled up to Patrick and struck up a conversation. "Are you a Brown
by any chance?"
"Yeah," Patrick replied, a bit confused. "Do we know each other?"
The guy put on a friendly smile. "I'm good friends with your daughter. She askedto look after you."
Patrick frowned, whispering under his breath, "It must be Nellie. She's the only one who'd hang out with such
shady characters."
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Suddenly, the man's eyes took on a sinister glint, but his voice dropped to a whisper, "Buddy, since we're pals,
I'll level with you. I'm actually the serial killer from ten years back, and I'm on death row. Before | go, I'm looking
for someone to joinon the trip to the afterlife." Patrick shuddered with fear.
The man asked, "Are you scared of me?"
"No, not scared... You know you shouldn't break the law, right?"
The man clapped him on the shoulder. "Just kidding, man. How about joiningfor a shower? You could give me
a hand with a scrub..."
When Patrick stood frozen, the man's gaze turned icy. "What, you don't want to help?" His expression was
chilling.
Shaking, Patrick stammered, "I'll go. I'll go."
Not long after Patrick followed the man into the bathroom, Patrick's pained screams echoed.
The bathroom was a gruesscene, blood everywhere, and Patrick lay on the floor, his ankle's artery severed.
The man flashed a devilish grin. "Your daughter toldto take good care of you. You're quite the failure as a
father." Patrick's eyes were wide with disbelief and shock.
Was it really her? Could she be so heartless?
The dark turn in Nellie made Patrick
feel fear for the first time. He
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realized he couldn't treat her like the
little girl he could push around
anymore.
A relentless rainstorm rolled in. The rain washed over the streets, turning the gloomy roads fresh and clean.
Nathalie stood by the window,
gazing down from her high-rise.
Even from a distance, her eye net
found the group of kids below.
A little girl sat curled up on a flowerbed, wearing a floral blouse.
Nathalie stared at her, tears glistening in her eyes. "Baby," she murmured softly.
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Suddenly, she couldn't help herself; she slowly opened the window, her head leaning out. "My baby, wait for
me..."
Just then, the phone rang, snapping Nathalie back to reality.
She walked over and picked up the phone. The call was from the prison.
"Hello. Is this Greta? There's been an incident with your father. Please cimmediately."
Nathalie's lips curled into a slight
smile.
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“Alright.”
Nathalie hung up the phone and couldn't hide a hint of joy.
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