Chapter 905

"Sir, Mr. Coleman still refuses to eat." Patrick Collins was chatting with Linda when the housekeeper approached anxiously, reporting Francis's refusal to eat. The room was locked—bolted from both outside and inside. Francis wasn't letting anyone in, and he clearly had no way out. Patrick's brow knitted. His voice was edged with irritation. "Then let him starve." Linda blinked, intrigued. "Who's staying at your place?" Patrick rubbed at his temple. "An idiot." In his eyes, that was exactly what Francis was—an idiot. Linda looked surprised. "Wow, it's the first time I've seen you let someone live here." She glanced curiously upstairs. What kind of person could get Patrick to bend his rules? "What the heck is he doing?" Linda suddenly gasped, staring toward one of the upstairs windows. A man was climbing out, clearly planning to jump. Patrick froze for a second, then bolted upright and whipped his head around to look. "Francis!" he barked, brows pulled tight. "Are you out of your mind? Y