For what would surely happen in the end, I couldn't avoid it.
I closed the door, tidied up my clothes, and went to the study.
Upon entering the study, I saw that Patrick had been sitting there. He no longer wore an overcoat. And for some reason, he wore a pure white sweater inside instead.
Rarely had I seen Patrick wearing something pure-white.
In this way, he was less aggressive, looking gentle.
Seeing me go in, Ned pointed to an empty sofa and said, "Sit down."
I sat on the sofa without saying a word.
Ned took a sip of tea and sighed, "Alas, fate makes fools of us."
I looked up at him. And neither Patrick nor I spoke.
Ned looked at me and then at Patrick, saying, "What do you plan to do next?"
I was confused about what Ned meant by this.
Therefore, I didn't speak.
Patrick, however, opened his mouth first, "For something belonging to me, I will naturally take it back."