You Are My One and Only

Chapter 30

Isaac chuckled at how adorable Patricia was as she took off her high heels and charged into the brawl, looking ready to fight to the finish. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Liam was amused, to say the least. It took a remarkable woman to make Isaac smile. Working with a living iceberg was tough, and Liam couldn’t count the number of times he had almost quit because of this.

He had come rushing into the office as soon as he saw the video, and seeing Isaac chuckle like this made his effort worthwhile. “I’ll go bail her out right now, President Arnold,” he said when they got to the part of the video where Patricia was taken away by the cops.

One could say he was fishing for compliments, but Liam liked to think he was actually paving his way to a better life. So, surely there could be no downside to bailing the future young mistress out of the holding cell now.

When the video ended, Isaac leaned into his seat and narrowed his eyes in thought. He had to bail her out, which he was sure he would do regardless of what had happened last night. She must be at her wits’ end right now, he thought. If he went down to the station to personally take care of the matter for her, then she might just forgive him for what he had done last night.

He rose to his feet and declared, “I’ll do it.”

Liam was stunned. He never thought he would live to see the day when the almighty President Arnold would go down to the police station to bail somebody out, but upon seeing that Isaac had made up his mind to go the extra mile for Patricia, he did not stop him.

He would not stand in the way of a potential romance between his boss and the woman who might become the future young mistress of the Arnold household, so he hurried after Isaac and said, “I’ll have the car brought around right away, President Arnold.”

Isaac pulled on his black coat and grabbed his car keys. “No need. I’ll go alone.”

At this point, Liam could only stop and watch the intimidating man leave the office to save his damsel in distress. As he knew Isaac very well, he also knew that Isaac had probably already calculated his every move and weighed out all the consequences. If he showed up at the police station to bail Patricia out, there was no way she wouldn’t be grateful for his kind gesture.

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At the police station, Patricia and Darcie had their statements taken. They spared no details as they told the officers how Zeke was a douchebag who turned his back on his family and refused to save his daughter’s life.

While the cops were entirely sympathetic toward their situation and hated men like Zeke, they could not simply strike off the women’s offenses, which included battery and causing grievous injury. So, things were not looking good for them.

It didn’t help that Zeke and Maya insisted on suing them. As things were, the police could do nothing to help the poor women.

Presently, Patricia and Darcie were kept in the same interrogation room, where they would remain until somebody bailed them out. After this, they would have a lawsuit on their hands.

Being the last one to enter the room, Darcie sauntered up to Patricia and said apologetically, “I’m so sorry for dragging you into this, Tricia.”

The children would undoubtedly be wondering where they were.

The more she thought about it, the more guilty she felt, and she even gave herself a slap. “I can’t believe I actually thought that scumbag would be better than this! If he had wanted to go for the

compatibility test, he would have gone ages ago. So, what’s the point of getting into this state?”

Patricia wrapped an arm around her and said soothingly, “There, there. On the bright side, I had a pretty good time taking down those two jerks. I would have beaten them to death for Poppy if I could.” Despite the circumstances, she laughed and added, “Darcie, we’re best friends, aren’t we? I would have done this again in a heartbeat for you. Besides, we should really put our heads together and think of someone to bail us out.”

Patricia did not have time to make friends or connections throughout her life. Instead, she was almost always on her feet, working multiple jobs to raise her three children.

Her colleagues had invited her out to lunch and shopping sprees, but she turned them down because of her busy single-mom schedule. In the end, they stopped asking, and she slowly grew apart from them.

Darcie was more or less in the same boat as Patricia. After her daughter fell ill, she borrowed money from friends and relatives on several occasions. They eventually became wary of her and started avoiding her like the plague.

As if reading each other’s minds, both women exchanged a glance and burst into laughter. We’re two peas in a pod, Patricia thought ruefully with a sigh. A self-mocking smile curled on her lips as she asked aloud, “When will we finally get our crap together?”

Just then, the door to the interrogation room swung open, and two officers came in to announce, “Patricia, someone’s here to bail you out.”

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