Patrick placed the phone down on the table and let out a long breath. Saira was alive. And with Spencer involved, there was a chance she might actually come out of the prison. He had to stop that from happening before things slid downhill faster. And his own health was on the brink...
He sighed again and headed for the study, where his father would be. After a brief knock, he stepped inside.
Sir Robert Collins looked up and smiled. "Patrick? How are you feeling now?"
He returned the smile but it was clear to anyone who knew him that it was not a genuine one.. "Much better, Father. Though who knows how long that'll last…"
"Don't say that, son! I've been talking to every expert I can get my hands on. They've already started digging into your case. I'm sure someone will come through soon. Until then, you will have the best diet according to the plan and I want you to rest well. Leave all the stress to me.
