Chapter 609 Pay in Blood

“Please Patrick… Please save me… Joseph is driving me mad. I can't take it anymore," Chloe

sobbed, her voice filled with despair.

Her days had become unbearably painful, and she feared she could not hold on much longer.

Patrick glanced at Harold, who stood nearby with a serious expression. He hesitated before asking,

"Have you and Mr. Joseph not reconciled yet?"

"No, he doesn't trust me, and I don't want him to trust me anymore."

Their relationship resembled a mirage—an illusory oasis in the desert. It seemed within reach, yet

always slipped through their fingers. After the mirage disappeared, all that remained were incessant

arguments and lingering doubts.

Chloe felt exhausted. If they could not find a way to sustain their relationship, perhaps it was time

for them to let go. But unfortunately, even parting ways seemed like a luxury at the moment.

Patrick was caught in a dilemma. He looked toward Harold and silently mouthed, "What should we

do, sir?"

"Ask Chloe if the child really is Joseph's."

Patrick was taken aback, finding it difficult to ask such a question.

Harold rolled his eyes, annoyed by his hesitance. At such an age, being timid was ridiculous.

After pondering for a minute, Patrick mustered up the courage and asked, "Please tell me honestly

who is the father of the baby in your womb."

Harold's eyes widened in disbelief as he struggled to comprehend the way Patrick had posed the

question after all that contemplation.

"If I say it's Joseph's, would you believe me?" Chloe said calmly though not really expecting much.

Having spent so many years in the Whitmans, Patrick surely would lean toward believing Joseph.

She only decided to answer his question out of respect for his position as an elder. That being said,

she no longer had the same desperate longing for someone's trust as before.

Patrick looked back at Harold, awaiting his response.

"Of course, I believe in you. I'll talk to that scoundrel."

"I believe in you, Chloe. I'll talk to that scoun— I mean, Mr. Joseph. I’ll try to resolve the

misunderstanding between you two," Patrick assured her.

"Patrick, I didn't call you today to act as a mediator," Chloe said firmly, "I want my freedom."

"Of course, you'll get your freedom. Once Mr. Joseph has everything figured out, he’ll stop treating

you this way," Patrick replied.

"But that's not what I want. I'm sorry if this hurts you, but I can't stand to be with Joseph for even

another day. I’ve never met a man so heartless that he’d harm his own child," Chloe said.

She had felt a deep sense of despair when Joseph forced her to sign the abortion consent form. It

was incomprehensible to her how he could be so heartless and uncaring toward her. And the fact

that he stood idly by while Emily got hurt only added to her disappointment. He knew very well that

Emily was her only true friend, yet he allowed her to be mistreated.

Patrick was at a loss for words. "But… You're very special to Mr. Joseph."

"Special?" Chloe burst into laughter. "He brings Xavia to the villa every day to humiliate me. Is that

what you call 'special?’”

Harold's face turned livid with anger. How could that scoundrel go back to Xavia just because he

thought Chloe's kid was not his?

"Maybe Mr. Joseph has his own reasons…" Patrick murmured, although he too was unsure of what

Joseph was thinking.

"You don't have to say such things. Joseph and I will never get back together. I'm calling you

because I hope you can persuade him to let me leave. Besides..." Chloe took a deep breath, her fair

face tinged with thick disappointment. "I'm not a heartless person. I've forgiven him before."

She could not imagine how much worse it would get if Joseph continued to let Xavia torment her.

She despised him for giving her a glimmer of hope, only to plunge her into a bottomless pit of

despair.

If her child was truly gone, she would make sure those who slandered her paid the price in blood.