Chapter 145

"Brother Patrick!" Catherina's near-hysterical call pierced through the chaos. In the next moment— A pair of arms wrapped around Patrick from behind, holding him tightly. Catherina, her eyes wide with desperation, clung to him, "Brother Patrick, what are you doing?!" She never imagined Patrick would attempt to rush into the burning building. Was he out of his mind, or did he no longer care about his own life? As Catherina held onto him, Patrick's eyes, reddened and clouded, gradually cleared. The blazing inferno before him reflected in his gaze. What was happening to him? He had been repulsed by Eleanor—disgusted by her self-righteousness, her relentless clinging, and her unwavering kindness towards him. If she were to die, wouldn’t it be better to be rid of her, out of sight and out of mind? Patrick clenched his fists, his gaze fixed on the flames that threatened to consume everything. "Mr. Hopkin, we should leave immediately. The fire is growing stronger; we can't put it out in time,