Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 545

Milton pulled his lips into a smile. He seemed to have changed into a different persona, and all his violent tendencies quieted down. He said, "So, can I take her away now?"

Patrick nodded. "Sure. The hero rescuing a damsel in distress wins her heart."

With that, he glanced at Huxton. Huxton immediately gestured to Milton, "Mr. Cook, please come with me."

Just as Milton was about to follow him, Patrick, who was standing behind, asked with a smile, "By the way, Mr. Cook, you don't actually care about Maryanne, do you?"

Milton stopped in his tracks and said even without turning his head, "I don't! Not in the past, not even now, and not in the future!"

Patrick's smile deepened. "Very well. Take her with you as you like."

After Milton left with Huxton, Patrick picked up the remote control and turned the screen on again.

In the display, two patches of blood pooled around the legs of the only chair in the room. Looking at the source of the blood, Maryanne's hands could be seen being nailed to the handles. Her hands, which used to be fair and slender, had now turned into a bloody, grotesque mess, and now she could not even lift a finger...

Further up, Maryanne's lips were parted and her head was lopsided, the black cloth covering her eyes stained wet with tears. Patrick suddenly wanted to know why Maryanne was crying.

So, he asked...

"Maryanne, what are you crying for?"

In the other room, Maryanne recognized Patrick's voice. She tried her best to move her purple lips, but her throat felt like it was blocked, and she could not force a word out.

Patrick adjusted into a more comfortable sitting posture and asked calmly, "Well, let me guess. Are you regretting what you did?"

Maryanne's mouth gaped open even wider as if she was howling in despair.

Patrick asked with interest, "Or are you crying because it hurts?"

Maryanne, who was in so much pain that she was at loss for words, lowered her head dejectedly.

Seeing that he had asked the wrong question, Patrick pretended to ponder for a minute. Then he understood and said, "Oh, I see. You cried because you heard the latter half of the conversation

between me and Milton, right?"

Hearing this, Maryanne's entire body shook, and tears began to seep out from the bottom of the black cloth strip...

Patrick knew he had hit home.

At the same time, Huxton had brought Milton to the door of the first room.

After standing still at the door, Huxton said to Milton, "Miss Maryanne is inside. Do you want to go in by yourself, or should I bring you in?"

Milton said with a deadpan expression, "I can go by myself."

"Okay." Huxton nodded slightly and politely opened the door for Milton.

As soon as he looked up, Milton saw the miserable condition that Maryanne was in. Although he was mentally prepared, he still felt uneasy at the sight of her.

On second thought, why had Maryanne committed this unforgivable mistake? She was not worthy of any sympathy!

Milton collected himself. When he walked in, he put on a concerned look and exclaimed urgently, "Maryanne, don't be scared. I'm here to save you!" "Milton." Maryanne's voice sounded dry and coarse.

Milton squatted in front of her. For a moment, he did not know whether to pull out the military blades from the handles of the chair or to help buckle the buttons of her shirt first.

In the end, he removed the black cloth strip from her eyes.