Patrick had been maintaining his cool but the moment he noticed the gauze wrapped around Tristan's head, arm, and leg his brows creased.
His chest tightened when a certain thought crossed his mind but he remained tongue-tied as he witnessed the bloodshot eyes staring at him as if they were drilling holes into his skin, slowly tearing his flesh apart.
The sight itself was heart-wrenching as he also sensed the desperation lurking within them.
Taking the seat across from him, Tristan didn't beat around the bush and came straight to the point and asked," Where is Sandra?" his cold voice sent a shiver down his spine, and he quickly shook his head.
"I don't know... we are too searching her" Patrick's voice cracked as his throat ran dry with fear, but he remained firm with his word.
He knew there was nothing to hide as he already guess something wrong has happened the moment, Tori held him captive.
