Chapter 560

"Steward Daniel said that after arriving in Italy, he only met the lawyers, but did not meet Miss Alice. Furthermore, they experienced an attack at the cafe, and Miss Alice was originally released, but then went back in. They did not know what happened afterwards." The servant spoke incoherently. He only said what he heard.

Attack at the cafe.

Released.

She went back.

William looked at the servant gloomily as he slammed the door. "If she likes to seek death, let her go, don't come and bother me in the middle of the night!"

The servant was shocked.

He really shouldn't have listened to Steward Daniel to knock the door in the middle of the night.

Although young master was no longer the same as before, the consequences of him getting angry were still very serious.

The servant silently turned and left.

The door was suddenly pulled open. William stood there, stared at him coldly with his black eyes, and said word by word, "Wake up the pilot, have someone check the Private plane, fly to Italy!"

"Yes, young master."

The servant nodded in hurry as he was confused.

Wasn't young master dissatisfied to have someone disturb him just now? Why was he going to fly to Italy? Young master's thoughts really changed so fast.

A quiet town in Italy.

There were few people on the road,.

Alice supported Patrick walking up the bridge slowly. The water under the bridge was crystal clear.

Last night, Alice waited for those men to leave before rushing into the cafe. Only after calling out Patrick's name for a long time did Patrick stumble his way out.

She had never seen him in such a miserable state before.

Alice supported Patrick and carefully walked over, until they finally arrived at the place Patrick mentioned.

"We're here, where are we going now?"

Alice supported Patrick and asked.

"Did you see a villa? Right by the river bank. Mary and I have been living here recently, it is relatively peaceful here."

Patrick stood there, his eyes looked around, but they were lifeless.

He couldn't see anything.

Alice followed his instructions and looked around. Very easily, she saw a villa on the shore of the river, which was in the style of the Renaissance. It was one of her favorite architectural styles.

"I see it. Let's go." Alice said as she supported Patrick and walked down the bridge.

Patrick followed her as a hint of inferiority was displayed on his face. His did not use much strength, nor did he try to hold her, he only allowed her to support him as he walked forward.

The two walked slowly, Alice supported him, extending her leg to kick the rocks on the ground as they walked.

"We're here."

Alice walked to the entrance of the villa and said.

"Yeah, I know, I smell the flowers." Patrick said as he took out the key from his pocket and opened the door.

Alice smelled the faint fragrance in the air, and turned to look, only to see a bunch of flowers growing on the river bank, pink colored flowers bloomed in the cold wind.

"You planted it?" Alice asked.

"It was planted by Mary, she said that if she was not here, I could smell the fragrance of the flowers and knew that I was back home." Patrick opened the door and said.

"Is that so?"

Thinking of Mary, it was like a thorn stabbed Alice's chest.

"Yes." Patrick nodded, he tried his best to look in the direction of her and said, "Originally, I thought she was a young miss, but in these past few years, she has become very good at taking care of people. This is beyond my expectations."

Because he was Patrick, Mary was willing to do all of that.

Alice raised her eyes and looked inside, it was extremely spacious and there were very few furniture inside.

"Where are your identity papers? I'll get it for you. "Alice said, Patrick said that all of his documents were here, he had to obtain them before he could leave the country.

Alice knew that he could no longer stay here, but after going abroad, who would take care of him? Mary had already...

Patrick did not reply to her words, and continued to walk in. At this point, Patrick seemed to have gotten used to it, his fingers touched the wall as he walked forward bit by bit.

"Where did you put it? Let me get it for you."

Alice chased after him and spoke with a calm and emotionless voice.

Patrick continued to walk in, his eyes were half closed, he looked exhausted from being trapped overnight, "Mary? Mary?"

"..."

Alice stood there and looked at him. Her body trembled.

Patrick called out her name and walked slowly. Patrick turned his head, "Didn't you say that Mary left before me, why is she not here?"

Alice looked at Patrick's lifeless eyes, and thought of Mary's last words, her hand was slowly clenched into a fist.

"She didn't come back?" Alice asked, pretending that she did not know it.

"Are you sure she's back?"

Patrick walked out and asked.

"I don't know. She just said she left. I don't know where she went." Alice said, trying to make her voice sound normal without any flaws.

Patrick turned his head, and listened attentively, "Other than here, she has nowhere else to go. Help me to the bedroom to see if she's there. She's in the first room to the right of the door."

"Alright."

Alice did not know what to say, and could only follow him and push open the door.

It was extremely clean and tidy inside, with a few Entertainment Star Magazines placed on the drawers.

Oh right, Mary still had a dream to become a star.

"She doesn't seem to be here." Alice withdrew and said.

In the living room, Patrick made his way to the sofa and looked in front of him. Hearing that, he nodded his head, "Alice, thank you for sending me back, quickly leave."

"I'll send you off first."

Alice said. How could a blind man go abroad?

"I'm waiting for Mary. She has become extremely timid and easily freaked out in these past few years. If I leave, who knows how she'll cry before she sees me again." Patrick said, "Quickly, leave."

"You are only with Mary right now? Is there no one else by your side?"

Alice asked.

"I'm used to being blind. I'm fine. Hurry up and leave." Patrick said, he urged her to leave.

Alice looked at him. If she left, how could he survive? She knew that it was impossible for Mary to return.

Before Mary died, she told her to save Patrick no matter what.

"I'm tired from walking too. Let me sit for a while." Alice said. She decided to stay and think of an excuse to make Patrick leave.

Alice walked to the doorway and stood still, then turned her eyes to look at the river outside.

Patrick sat there with a puzzled look on his face as he placed his hand by his side.

"Alice."

He suddenly called to her.

Alice looked at Patrick, who was scratching the sofa, she asked: "Mary really left? Why didn't she stay there and wait for me?"

Alice was speechless. She wasn't clear about the relationship between Patrick and Mary for the past four years, nor was she clear about their usual interactions.

She was afraid that the more she spoke, the more flaws she would have.

"I don't know. Perhaps she was afraid of those great battle." Alice said, and observed the expression on his face from afar.

"She's rather timid." Patrick nodded in agreement, then said, "Actually, when I took her away four years ago, I felt that she was a burden, but now, I am her burden."

"You got along well."

Alice said, thinking of how Mary's entire body was drenched in blood, her eyes turned red.

"Yeah, this is out of my expectations. I told her that it's impossible for me to fall in love with her. I can give her some money and then she should leave, but she said that she's atoning for everything she did previously."

Alice turned her head. Her eyes were unfocused and blurry.

"You might think it's funny, but in the past few years, I have learned a lot from Mary." Patrick said as he continued to scratch the sofa.

'Is that so?'

Alice replied.

"A lot of things have happened to her. She has gone through ups and downs, she has everything, and she has also fallen into hell. Right now, she can see through everything more easily than anyone else." Patrick said in a low voice, "Do you know what she said to me?"

"What?"

Alice asked.

"She said that if she did wrong, she would atone for it. If she was sad, she would cry. If she wanted to love, she would pay. People shouldn't think too much. The more one thinks, the more likely one misses the most precious time." Patrick said. "Missing precious time?"

Hearing this, Alice opened her eyes in shock, and her heart felt a fierce stab.

One shouldn't think too much. The more one thinks, the more likely one misses the most precoius time.

"Thinking of that person?"

Patrick asked with a smile.

Alice nodded without hiding anything, "Yes."

She thought about William, and the relationship she had with him that she couldn't put her finger on.

William had what he wanted, she had what she wanted.

They were clearly intertwined. She was clearly trying to get closer to him, but every time she tried to get closer, she would be bounced away. Was it because she was thinking too much or William was thinking too much?

"What time is it?"

Patrick suddenly asked.

Alice took out her phone, but the screen was dark. She frowned, "My phone is dead. Do you have a charge line?"

"I don't use any N.E. phones."

Patrick interrupted her.

Alice stood silently at the door, unable to say a word.