After Patrick hung up the phone, I controlled my emotions and asked him, "What's wrong?"

Patrick looked at me and frowned. After a moment of silence, he shook his head, "Nothing."

"No, something is wrong."

Patrick surely was a poker-faced person when he was at work.

But at this time, he couldn't even control his emotions.

In that case, it meant that this matter was a serious one.

I reached out my hand, put my hands around Patrick's waist, and pressed my face against his lower abdomen, "Tell me the truth. I'm not afraid."

Patrick was silent for a while. And he told me, "The police said that they found...