Choice

Raymond put a hand in his pocket and looked at the hospital behind him: "I'd better stay with you. If your father hits you later, I can help you."

The man raised his eyebrows slightly: "You have more experience of being beaten."

A car pulled up to a building. It was a luxurious retro building with exquisite architectural details. The facade is decorated with beautiful carvings and magnificent columns, reflecting the classical style. Elegant curtains are hung by the large arched windows to create a warm atmosphere. The entrance was a beautifully designed double door, surrounded by lush gardens and neatly trimmed hedges, giving the whole building a luxurious feel.

Patrick thought it had been a long time since he'd been back here. He had stayed here as a child. Then, they got out of the car together.

The maid opened the door: "Mr Patrick, you are back, the master is waiting for you."

"Well, where is Dad?"

"In this room, it's better if you go up alone." The maid pointed to the closed door on the second floor.

Patrick looked at Raymond: "Then wait for me downstairs." Raymond said worriedly: "Call me if you need anything." Then he sat down on the sofa in Patrick's house as if it were his own.

Patrick walked up the stairs. The wide steps were paved with fine wood and shone brightly. The handrails were carved with intricate patterns and were meticulous. Each step of the stairs was carefully polished with smooth edges. The stairs were decorated with gorgeous wall lamps on both sides, and the dazzling light pierced the eyes, making people feel uncomfortable. It seemed to have no temperature at all, making the surrounding space look stiff and indifferent. Such light often makes people feel afraid, as if it was oppressing their sight and making it difficult to look directly. As soon as he opened the door, a book suddenly flew towards him. He turned his head slightly, and his forehead was slightly red and a little scratched. The person who threw the book to him was his father--Rick.

"You are finally willing to come back."

Patrick bent down to pick up the book and patted the book: "What did you ask me to come back for?"

"I told you on the phone, let you marry the one from the S family."

"But I don't understand why you do this?" Patrick looked into his father's eyes. Even though he had the answer in his heart, he wanted to hear different reasons.

His father seemed to have a plan, just as Patrick thought: "The parents of the S family have passed away, so the inheritance must be her, and the group is also her. Marrying her will definitely be good for our family."

Suddenly, the door was opened, and then a beautiful woman pushed the door in. She had long dark brown hair, which was often tied up in an elegant way, revealing her delicate face. She wore her favorite black and dark purple gorgeous clothes, matched with exquisite jewelry, exuding a strong confidence and authority: "Dear, don't embarrass Patrick anymore, why not let James go, I think he will be happy to share your worries."

James in the woman's mouth is her biological son and Patrick is the child of his father and his ex-wife. Patrick's mother died of illness a few years ago, and a year later, his father married his current wife.

"No need, I'll go." Patrick interrupted the woman directly, his tone was firm, and his eyes were full of unquestionable determination.

The woman frowned slightly, as if she didn't believe her ears, and tried to fight again: "Didn't you refuse just now?"

"No, I promise you." His voice was calm and clear, with a hint of impatience. He looked at his father again, already with a contemptuous smile, and felt a little helpless, as if this scene had been repeated countless times, even though he already knew the script.

Rick walked over to the desk and looked at Patrick with a victorious air, wondering why he was agreeing so easily. After a while, "That's good, stay for dinner." His tone softened and the invitation to dinner seemed to be just a casual mention.

"Dear, didn't we agree to have dinner with our son tonight?" There was a hint of unease in her voice and a forced smile on her face, trying to maintain the harmony of the family.

"It's all right, ask the servant to cook another one."

"But..." When the woman tried to salvage this bad situation, Patrick interrupted her again.

It turned out that he refused: "No, I will have dinner with Raymond."

"Then you should let her marry you as soon as possible, no matter what method you use." Patrick's father's tone was full of urgency and concern, as if he couldn't wait for them to get married now, so he kept pushing him.

Patrick didn't answer, closed the door and left the room, walking straight to the door, wanting to leave this farce as soon as possible. The mood on the way down was completely different from the one on the way up. Going upstairs, he might have had some expectations, but after going upstairs, his mood was as calm as dead water.

As soon as Raymond saw Patrick coming down the stairs, he walk quickly to him: "Oh, your forehead is scratched. Does your dad really want you to marry the one from the S family?" There was a hint of surprise and doubt in his tone, and his eyes were fixed on Patrick's face.

"Yeah." He nodded gently, his voice was low, and he seemed unwilling to talk more.

"Then you agreed?" Raymond continued to ask, frowning slightly, and he had another doubt.

His voice was still short, his eyes flickered, as if hiding some secret: "Yeah."

"Why?I can't figure it out.For her family's property? You don't need it, right?" There was confusion in his voice, trying to guess his mind, the Patrick he was familiar with was not like this.

"No." He responded softly, still a short response, but faster and more firmly than before, and then his eyes gradually moved away. At that moment, the air was filled with a tense atmosphere, and the silence between the two seemed to tell of unspeakable complex emotions.

Patrick remembered a banquet in the past. The sun shone through the leaves, casting mottled shadows, and the air was filled with the breath of summer. At that time, he was just after his mother passed away, and he often wanted to escape from his father's control. On this day, he hid in the dense forest near his home, trying to escape his family's "hunt" for him.

Patrick curled up in the bushes, secretly proud of himself, thinking that he hid well. After a long time, he didn't hear the calls of his family, and he felt a little uneasy and confused. He wondered if they didn't notice that he was missing. Just as he was hesitating whether to come out, a crisp voice broke the silence.

"Why are you here?"

Patrick looked up and saw a cute little girl. She had long black hair, eyes as bright as stars, and a bright smile on her face. She walked straight towards him, and the sun cast golden spots through the treetops and shone on her body. Her figure looked particularly soft in the light, as if an angel had descended. She was wearing a simple white dress, and the hem of the dress swayed gently with her steps.

"Who are you? How did you find me?" Patrick was a little surprised. He was happy that someone had found him, but his expression pretended to be cold.

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