Echoes of a Forsaken Heart novel Chapter 242

Orpheus Fowler!

Patrick never expected the person who called him out would be Orpheus.

The man standing before him was almost unrecognizable. Though only in his twenties, his face was covered in a scruffy beard.

Wearing a baseball cap, his eyes were filled with gloom and malice.

“How come you’re here?”

He remembered, wasn’t Orpheus sent away?

Orpheus gave a small laugh.

“Why can’t I be here?”

Patrick’s face was a mix of emotions.

The whole debacle with Eveleen and Orpheus kidnapping Natalia was something he knew all too well.

Now, if Orpheus got caught by Hamilton, Eveleen wouldn’t be spared from trouble either.

“Aren’t you afraid Hamilton will find you?”

At the mention of Hamilton, a sinister look briefly crossed Orpheus's face.

“Hamilton? He’s nothing. Our old man took back the reins of the Fowler empire not too long ago. Without the Fowler empire backing him, do you think he can do anything? Besides, I’m back because the old man wanted me back. He took the power from Hamilton and it actually made it easier for me to return. What do you think that means?”

Patrick was skeptical of Orpheus’s words.

Anyone with eyes could see Hamilton was leagues above Orpheus.

Westley wouldn’t hand over the Fowler empire to Orpheus if he had any sense.

But Orpheus showing up now seemed like a lifeline to him.

Lately, he had been backed into a corner.

Schafer Pharma’s finances were a mess, and he couldn’t even pinpoint the problem.

He was close to losing it all.

And Eveleen was of no help, only dragging him down further.

Thinking about it, Patrick was filled with regret.

If he knew Hamilton cared so much for Natalia, he would have kept her close.

Even raising her as his own out of wedlock if necessary.

Natalia was not only beautiful but her relation to Hamilton was genuine, sparing Patrick the constant worry of their secret being exposed.

But now, regret was useless.

“What do you want today, Orpheus? And where is my wife? Where is Lucinda?”

Orpheus laughed, “Your wife?”

He pulled out a smartphone, its screen filled with photos of Lucinda.

In the photos, Lucinda was surrounded by a group, bruises marking her arms and face.

Patrick's face turned red with anger instantly.

“What’s this? Where is she?”

Orpheus chuckled, “My brother thinks your wife had a hand in kidnapping Natalia’s barely alive mother, so she’s been detained.”

Patrick's expression darkened.

“That’s impossible, she wouldn’t do something like that.”

He had warned her just days ago; going against Natalia was not wise.

Their only move was to wait for the right moment for Eveleen to return home, only then could they seize a new opportunity.

“She wouldn’t kidnap that woman!”

Orpheus’s face still bore a sinister smile, “I know it wasn’t her.”

Patrick was stunned, “It was you?”

Orpheus’s gaze flickered, “I didn’t kidnap her, but I cooperated with someone to settle a score.”

Hamilton had made his life miserable; it was a pity he hadn’t finished him off.

Patrick felt a sinking feeling.