Female Novel
Chapter 1314
Patrick could tell by the look on his face that he had hit the nail on the head.
It had only been a hunch at first, one Patrick himself hadn't fully grasped, but there really had been a
liquor cabinet where he thought.
He sifted through his memories, sure he had never set foot in a boxing ring.
A frown creased his forehead, his confusion palpable.
But Ian wasn't giving him much time to think it over. The dagger was swiftly placed at his throat.
"What's your name?" Ian demanded.
He was asking for the name of the second personality.
"Patrick."
So his name was actually Patrick.
A scornful smile flickered across Ian's eyes as he applied a bit of pressure, and a thin line of blood
appeared on Patrick’s neck.
But Patrick wasn’t scared. If Ian was after information about the research facility, he’d keep him alive.
Ian pocketed the dagger and stood up, sizing up Patrick.
Patrick looked up, about to offer one of Eric’s signature, gentle smiles, but he was cut off by Ian’s harsh
words.
"Save your disgusting smile."
Patrick's face stiffened, his brows knitting together with a surge of anger.
Ian began his interrogation.
"They experimented on Eric and then you emerged. Are you a personality they induced? What's your
purpose?"
Patrick loathed these questions more than anything.
He refused to acknowledge himself as Eric’s second personality. He had always had a name.
But what was it before?
No matter how hard he racked his brain, he couldn’t remember.
His expression darkened, his hands balling into fists, the anger in his gaze ready to destroy everything.novelbin
This time, Ian felt the stark difference between this man and Eric. What was the purpose of Patrick?
Only with more information about the research facility could he increase his chances of winning.
However, faced with this question, Patrick remained silent, his face set in a resolute mask of
resistance.
"Patrick, right? I’ve done some research on multiple personalities. There are mainly four possibilities.
The primary personality knows about the secondary, they don’t know about each other, the secondary
is aware of the primary, or they both know. Which one are you and Eric?" Ian pressed.
Dressed in a sharp black suit, Ian had risen to his feet, his dress shoes tapping lightly, crisply on the
floor.
Patrick remained silent. He had never considered himself or Eric as primary or secondary personalities.
Since the day he woke up in this body, he had felt a strong repulsion towards Eric, wanting to kill him,
thinking he was just putting on an act.
Ian casually toyed with the dagger in his hand.
"My brother knows about you, doesn’t he? He's even helped Maja a few times. There must have been
conflicts between you two."
After ten minutes of silence, Ian’s patience wore thin.
He sheathed the dagger and gave an order to someone nearby.
"Take him to that room. Have someone read out Eric's accomplishments over the years."
Nydia didn’t understand Ian’s intent but immediately set out to execute the task.
Patrick was led to a brightly lit room, so intense he could barely make out the surroundings. A woman's
voice kept reading off Eric’s achievements from his years in Greenfield.
The youngest pharmacy prodigy, collaborating with experts and winning international awards since his
teens.
The woman’s voice, steady and relentless, recited Eric's accolades from childhood onward.
From chess, equestrian, and golf in his younger days to medical awards in his teens.
Eric was too accomplished, his myriad awards would take days to list.
The woman's voice continued, like a curse echoing in Patrick’s head.
It was like striking a match in a powder keg.
Patrick paced the room restlessly, looking for a place to hide from the voice.
But the voice was omnipresent, and eventually, he shouted toward the blinding whiteness.
"Stop reading!"
"Shut up!"
The woman's voice went on as though it were a chant from a distant place.
In another room, Ian sat with a bottle of red wine at his side. He could hear the woman’s voice too.
His fingertips caressed the wine glass, realizing now more than ever just how exceptional Eric had
been, how vibrant and full of life.
If there could only be one chosen one in the world, it would undoubtedly be Eric.
Ian watched the wine quietly, his fingers gently circling the rim of the glass.
Nydia entered, still in her stunning red dress, followed by the bodyguard with whom she shared a
complicated relationship.