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." I looked at him with a complex feeling
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