Chapter 39

Not far away, an elegant and handsome man in a suit was staring intently at Eleanor. Patrick, his gaze deepening, fixated on the girl in the middle of the hall. He had been plagued by the same dream for days—a dream of a hidden hospital in a basement, engulfed in flames, with a girl's heart-wrenching cries echoing through the chaos. "Patrick Hopkins... Patrick Hopkins..." The cry in the dream tore at his heart, and he could almost feel it breaking. He had never recognized the girl, but just now, he had heard Eleanor's voice. At that moment, he was certain—the girl in his dream was Eleanor. But why did he dream of a girl he didn't know? And what did the endless fire signify? Patrick frowned, trying to pierce through the enigma that was Eleanor. Just then, Catherina approached, her fury barely contained. "Patrick, what are you looking at? You're so fascinated. I'm almost jealous," she snapped. Her voice brought Patrick back to reality. He turned away and forced a smile. "Nothing." Cather