The piercing ringtone of Patrick’s copycat machine rang, and Patrick looked down and saw the caller ID. His always deep and deep brows seemed to be shrouded in cold haze.
Copycats are like cows. Not only are the incoming calls loud, but the voices are also deafening.
Patrick pressed to answer, and the deep voice came out like a rooster crowing with strong anger, “Patrick, come back soon.”
Fiona recognized this voice as Patrick’s father, her grandfather in name.
Patrick’s expression darkened by two points, and his forehead dropped slightly, the shattered hair covering the coldness in his eyes.
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