Chapter 172

Patrick Banks POV

Uncle Fredrick’s deep voice cut through the air before I could complete my sentence. “That’s enough!”

Jordan and I froze instantly.

He stepped into the living room with his usual composed stride, hands clasped behind his back, his sharp eyes flickering between us.

“You two bicker like children.” He said coldly, his gaze landing on me. “Patrick, if you’re here, then I assume that you’ve finally realized that you can’t dig yourself out of this mess alone.”

My jaw clenched but I tried my best to mask the anger in my face. Fredrick was right and I hated that he was right. He was the last person I wanted to meet to help me but I didn’t have any other choice.

And I wasn’t surprised by his reaction.

His words still replayed in my head. ‘One day you’ll come running to me. And when you do, you’ll understand why power is more important than money.’

Then he turned to Jordan, his tone clipped. “As for you, if you’re going to stan