At this point, Patrick was desperate enough to consider almost anything.
'If giving up one finger means I can sleep for even an hour, then I will do it.'
As he thought about it, the heavy door opened.
Silas entered the room.
The moment Patrick saw him, he began struggling against his restraints. Panic surged through him as he tried desperately to pull away.
Silas merely chuckled. "Why are you reacting so much? Are you furious because you saw me?"
Patrick's eyes widened. Silas turned as though he were about to leave.
"All right, then. I will not disturb you."
Patrick immediately began sobbing. He shook his head frantically and tried to speak through his damaged mouth.
"Sorry. Sorry."
Silas stopped. He slowly turned around and looked at Patrick. "Do you feel remorse for harming my wife?"
Patrick nodded desperately. "Yes. Yes."
He could barely form the words, but his expression made his desperation obvious.
