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Chapter 462 Patrick Killed Hannah

"It's already this late, and Oscar still isn't back?" Patrick had been sitting on the sofa reading a magazine it was already 11 pan., yet Oscar had not returned.

Hannah was starting to panic, looking nervously at Patrick. "He has his own life. He's busy with work

"What kind of work keeps him from even coming home when his mom is injured?” Patrick interrupted, his tone already carrying a hint of anger.

Hannah flinched, anxiously watching him. "If he doesn't come back, then so be it ..... I'm a bit tired. I think I'l go to bed now."

"Sit down!" Patrick's voice was low, making it clear he had dropped all pretense. "Didn't Oscar say he'd be back when we called this evening? And just now, when you called your friend-what was that, some kind of code?"

Hannah panicked. She wasn't particularly clever, but Patrick certainly was.

If Oscar didn't return, Patrick would undoubtedly figure out that she had warned him.

She clenched her hands in fear. "Patrick, what's wrong with you lately? You feel ... like a stranger."

Patrick let out a cold scoff, tossing the magazine aside. "From now on, you are not to leave the Wagners without my permission. I absolutely forbid you from contacting Oscar. Understood?"

Hannah couldn't comprehend. "Why? What exactly are you trying to do?"

Patrick's voice was ominous. "Your health hasn't been good these past few years. It's best if you stay home and rest for a while. I'll tell everyone that you're sick and need bed rest."

Hannah was stunned. "You want to imprison me completely?"

"If you don't want to end up in a mental hospital ... " Patrick finally voiced his full threat.

If she didn't comply, he would find a way to break her-to drive her insane.

Patrick saw everyone as merely a tool.

And now, his wife's usefulness was running out.

"How can you do this to me? Over the years, you've benefited plenty from my family's influence and connections. And now what? Are you planning to discard me like an old tool, imprison me, and bring your mistress in to take my place? Is that it?!" Hannah asked hysterically.

Patrick said nothing, only giving the maid a cold glance.

The maid walked over with a glass of water, which had been laced with a sedative.

This wife was of no value to him anymore. But since she had given him a son; he wasn't planning to take her life.

As long as she obeyed.

If she didn't... then she had only herself to blame.

Chapter 462 Patrick Killed Hannah

the maid said in a low,

ready to leave. "I won't drink

maid's eyes darkened. Without hesitation, she moved to force

but to her horror, she realized she was no match for the maid. The once-polite servant now exuded a terrifying

hand and delivered a harsh slap across her

at Patrick in terror. "Are you

was emotionless. "You need

"Mrs. Wagner, you'd best drink this willingly.

a long moment, Hannah sat there in shock. Then, trembling, she picked up the

"Mom."

back after all. As soon as he stepped into the living room, he could

wrong.

eyes. The moment she saw her son, she broke down

before you

stared at him. "What did you do to

closer to her,

eyes landed on Hannah's swollen, reddened cheek. He turned to the maid and asked in a

pointed at the

furrowed. Without hesitation, he

She blocked it effortlessly.

expected, everyone in this house

a laugh, scanning

foolish gardener, Terry, who was constantly

had filled this

behind him and looked at Patrick. "You had her

to make decisions on your own? Selling your shares to Ken without my approval? Patrick slammed the table,

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a hand, signaling Yuven and the others to take action. "Tomorrow, we'll hold a press conference. We'll announce that Mr. Oscar Wagner was in a terrible car accident on his way home... and that he lost both his legs." Oscar's expression darkened. Is Patrick planning to have them break my

She screamed at Patrick in fear and rage. "What are you doing? What are you trying to do

but every single one of

take on one or two alone, but against eight or nine?

of my son!" Hannah tried to protect him, but the

you should worry about yourself." The maid sneered, picking up the glass of

the central nervous system. Long-term consumption would turn a person

to cripple his son and destroy his wife's mind. Keeping them alive wasn't a mercy-it was just

of my mom!"

chilling indifference

finally believed what Ken had told him-Patrick was born cold-blooded. He had no

he cared about was