Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1678

Patrick's worries came true as Owen brought bad news the next morning.

"... When my men arrived, Sawyer had already run away, leaving only a locating iPad in the living room." Owen said.

Patrick could no longer force a smile. "What about Amy?"

"She's been taken away as well."

Owen fell into the same habitual thought as the rest. Almost everyone thought that Sawyer had taken Amelia away, not knowing Amelia had been imprisoned right at a house 3 kilometers away from the villa. With such, the rescue team had missed her.

Owen had always been an outstanding and keen police, yet he was defeated when it came to Sawyer. Who would have thought

that Sawyer would leave his main weapon of defeating Patrick right at a reachable place for them? He was a lunatic without a normal mind anyway!

Meanwhile, Owen and the other policemen were like blind hounds, chasing everywhere after the uncertain clue left behind by the lunatic. So when they recalled it, they could not wait to beat Sawyer into pieces!

Patrick subconsciously asked when he heard that Amelia had also been taken away, "How do they know?"

Owen said, "Although they can't find any traces of Amelia in the villa, there are traces of a woman living inside. They found some women's clothes in the wardrobe in the bedroom, as well as a few women's products. I've asked to bring them back to check the fingerprints and DNA on them. If it's Amelia's, it will then prove that she has lived with Sawyer."

Patrick crossed his fingers and put them on the quilt. He slightly clenched his fists. "They may not belong to Amy."

"Oh?"

"I think they should be Sissi's." Speaking of it, Patrick unavoidably told Owen about what Jessica had done before.

Owen could not help but show an expression of loss. "You mean, the clothes in the wardrobe belong to Sissi? Then Amelia..." Could she be in the basement? Wait, he was not informed that there was a basement under the villa.

Just as Owen was secretly guessing, Patrick said, "I don't think Sawyer would allow them to live together. That would be the same as placing a grenade near fire."

Owen quickly understood and glanced at Patrick constantly with a strange gaze. "You're right. Sissi had always wanted to rekindle her relationship with you. Now that Amelia was pregnant, she must be so jealous that she could do anything. As for Sawyer, he shall not let his 'good' be damaged before he achieve his goal."

"Yes," replied Patrick. He rubbed his nose in annoyance. He was worried about the result of the rescue, so he had not rested well for the entire night.

Owen could relate and asked as he saw this, "Didn't you sleep well?"

"Yeah." Patrick replied.

Owen sighed softly. He had deliberately waited until the morning to tell him the bad news, originally wanting to prevent him from losing sleep all night.

"Then have a good sleep now." Owen said.

While Patrick asked at the moment, "Owen, what do you think if I negotiate with Sawyer now?"

Owen was stunned. "What?"

Patrick said seriously, "As long as he sets Amy free, he can do anything to me."

Owen immediately pursed his lips tight. "Do you know what you're saying?!"

In fact, Owen pulling a long face looked somewhat similar to the majesty of Gramps Hopper. But it did not annoy Patrick as he thought of 'obediently obeying his orders' in his mind instead.

"I know very clearly." He closed his eyes, where pain lingered in them, "But my heart feels empty without Amy these days. I refrained from acting too outrageous due to your concern and hard work. But now, as you can see, Sawyer has fled away again, I can't..."

"Yes, you really can't!" Owen forcefully interrupted him and pulled his shoulders to have a frank conversation, "You should try to calm yourself down now, so that you won't make a decision which would make your family in pain but your enemy in joy! Why did Sawyer take Amy away? Didn't you analyze it well earlier... He wanted to use Amy to torture you. But did he really dare to bring any harm to Amy? No, he do not dare! Amelia is his weapon in controlling us! Sending yourself over to take a spear now is undoubtedly one of the worst ideas. As he can kill you and then get rid of Amelia without any hesitation to curry favor with Sissi, the woman he loves!"

Patrick buried his head in his hands. His short black hair came through his fingers, looking silly

and decadent.

Owen felt a sense of helplessness in his heart. Whenever something happened to Amelia, his brother would be the one who felt the greatest pressure and took the most blame instead. "It's even fine to rage, just stop having such kind of thought."

Then, while Patrick was not paying attention, Owen secretly took away the phone next to his pillow and said, "If there is any news of Amelia, I will come and tell you personally. Alright, I am leaving. Have a good rest."

After leaving the ward, Owen met with Howard and Granny Hopper who came to deliver breakfast.

After a moment of consideration, he pulled them to a corner where Patrick could not see or hear them. He said, "Granny, dad, here's the thing..."

He revealed about Patrick's idea to exchange himself for Amelia, and saw two disapproving faces in return as expected.

"Patrick seems to have very dangerous thoughts at the moment, so I decided to send a few policemen here to watch... hmm, to accompany him." Owen said.

"Good idea." Howard nodded.

Was he so afraid of him fudging?

Patrick laughed at himself. If he wanted to fudge, he could just push the window in front of him open and jump off. But he was reluctant. Even if he were to jump, it must be after he had seen Amy being safe...

Amy...

He tossed and turned in the bed, and the his wound that was recovering well seemed to hurt again.

Two days later.

On the 17th day of Amelia's imprisonment.

She ate well as usual and no one came to abuse her. But just as she put down the fork and knife, the door was suddenly opened from the outside.

She looked up and saw a foreign strong man who was about 1.80 meters tall with a built body. As he came closer, the more she felt herself like a little chick.

She subconsciously raised the knife and fork again, thinking that if he dared to do anything to her, she would teach him a lesson.

At the same time, she quickly asked in English, "What are you trying to do?"

The robust guy did not pay her any attention and continued to walk forwards with an unsettling gait.

When Amelia saw that his palm, that was as big as a huge fan, was coming for her neck, she did not hesitate to stab him with the knife that could easily cut a steak.

The man changed to grabbing her wrist.

He had actually circled her wrist tightly just by matching his index finger and thumb. How could she be able to fight back?

As she lifted her leg to kick him, the strong man immediately pressed his knee horizontally on her two calves, and his other hand slapped away the fork that she waved over. The overly great force had made her hand slightly numb.

Seizing the chance, the robust man took out a syringe from his pocket. He aimed at the blue vein protruding from her arm and violently stabbed it on. He then savagely and quickly injected the liquid in the syringe into her body.

Amelia burst into tears, as the feeling of being trampled upon made her feel desperate.

Then, she felt a sense of weakness numbing her nerves. Staring at the big guy in front who was slowly letting go of her, her head tilted back, and she fainted.