Chapter 696
Elliot answered without any hesitation, “Take him to a secluded prison cell, torture him day and night, and use every means to make his life worse than death, enduring hell for the rest of his days.”
As he spoke, there was no fluctuation in his emotions, his gaze fierce and extremely piercing.
Nathaniel laughed even louder, saying, “Nana, I’ve told you! Elliot’s hatred for me is no less than my hatred for him. We can never reconcile.”
Elliot did not refute his statement. The fact was indeed as Nathaniel stated.
Amid Nathaniel’s maniacal yet sorrowful laughter, Sheena spoke up.
“Eli, I don’t think imprisoning him in a cell is a good idea. Keeping him alive is always a threat and can easily lead to complications.”
Elliot furrowed his eyebrows slightly, noticing her change in expression.
“What do you mean?”
Sheena smiled, her small hand encircling his firm waist as she retrieved a gun from his back.
“I want to deal with him myself!”
“Nana…” Elliot called out, but after meeting her gaze, he relented. “Fine, do what you want.‘
Sheena loaded the gun, aiming it at Nathaniel.
The others immediately released Nathaniel from his restraints.
Nathaniel stood straight, emotions visible in his vibrant blue eyes whenever he saw Sheena.
He pointed at his heart and said, “Nana, shoot here.”
Then, he pointed at his forehead, adding, “Or here. Come on, let me see your marksmanship one last time.”
Sheena’s emotions stirred, suppressing an inexplicable sadness.
She mocked him, “Nathaniel, you taught me how to handle a gun ten years ago. I’m sure you never thought that your disciple would be the one to kill you with a gun ten years later.
Nathaniel looked at her affectionately, smiling as he said, “Dying by your hands
is my honor. Even if I could start over, I wouldn’t regret falling in love with you for these ten years. Do it.”
He remained motionless, waiting quietly.
Sheena held the gun, fingertips trembling slightly, her eyes slightly red as she stared at him.
Nathaniel had wronged and hurt everyone, but he had never harmed her. Yet, his crimes were heinous, and if he returned to Froania, he would face endless torment, living in hell on earth.
Elliot had suffered too much, escaping death’s grasp several times, and Sheena felt she had no right to request his mercy for Nathaniel.
To repay the debt of him shielding her from the gunshot, she thought it was best to give him a quick death and resolutely pulled the trigger.
A thunderous gunshot echoed.
As she fired the shot, Sheena understood something from Nathaniel’s relieved gaze–why he had hidden Clear in the church and why he had taken it out…
If he had not, they might not have found Clear so quickly, and he could have still prolonged Elliot’s demise.
He did it intentionally, letting her have it her way!
However, he knew that Elliot would not spare him, even if he willingly handed ⚫over Clear. So, he deliberately provoked Elliot, seeking a swift death.
When Sheena realized this, it was already too late.
The bullet pierced Nathaniel’s heart precisely, and blood gushed out, adding a vivid crimson hue to his once pristine groom’s attire.
“Na… na…” Nathaniel struggled to call out to her.
Before collapsing, he saw tears shimmering in Sheena’s beautiful eyes.
Finally, she felt sorrow for him once.
That was enough.
