Chapter 960
“Yes, Mr. Romello.”
Nathaniel propped himself up with his hands.
Despite his blurred vision, he could still see the bodyguard next to him raising a paddle, causing him to shiver instinctively.
“Romello, even if you… kill me, I won’t admit to something I didn’t do.”
“I’d rather be safe than sorry,” Romello retorted coldly, pulling a sharp dagger from his waist and tossing it beside Nathaniel.
His tone was icy as he continued, “Since you’re so stubborn, prove your innocence with death. As long as you’re willing to kill yourself, I’ll believe you.”
Nathaniel’s weakened azure eyes glanced at the dagger, slowly picking it up and gripping the handle tightly.
“No! Romello, I beg you to spare Nathaniel. Look at how injured he is, and he still won’t confess. I believe he’s innocent!” Gabrielle pleaded, rushing forward to embrace
Nathaniel.
Tears streamed down her face as she tried to stop him from using the dagger to end his
life.
Romello snorted dismissively. “You don’t understand him! He’s trained in the Special Investigation Department, and he’s tough as nails. It takes more than a little beating to make him talk. I have to be ruthless.”
“No, Romello, Nathaniel is impatient. If he’s innocent, he really would choose death over a false confession. I don’t want him to die. We’re family! Even if we’re–only half–siblings, he’s still a part of the Nicholls family. Please don’t be so cruel to him…
Gabrielle cried, her heart aching at the sight of Nathaniel’s injuries up close.
Frank, seeing that things might escalate to fatal consequences, hurriedly intervened.
“Mr. Romello, please spare Mr. Nathaniel. This might all be a coincidence…”
“A coincidence?” Romello narrowed his eyes. “You’ve always been meticulous with the top floor key. Unless you were negligent and lost it, the only other explanation is that
Nathaniel stole it.”
“Well…” Frank was in a dilemma.
Romello’s anger would likely turn toward him if he admitted his negligence.
At his age, he could not handle such torture!
Romello redirected his gaze back to Nathaniel, who looked miserable on the floor.
Gabrielle held him tightly, blocking the bodyguards from continuing to strike him with the paddle, tears streaming down her face.
“Nathaniel, if you just hand over the key and the stolen medicine, I’ll spare you this time, “Romello demanded.
Gabrielle pleaded, “Nathaniel, if you really took them, please admit it. Otherwise, Romello will surely beat you to death!”
A bitter smile played on Nathaniel’s pale lips as cold sweat dripped down his chin, leaving small puddles on the floor due to the intense pain.
The items were no longer in his possession, so how could he produce them?
Moreover, admitting guilt would surely mean certain death.
“I didn’t steal the key or take the medicine. Romello, you’ve searched me and my room. I’m telling the truth. Where would I magically produce them from?”
Nathaniel tossed the dagger to the bodyguard holding the paddle, and his laughter filled
with sorrow.
“It’s terrifying how biased people can be. No matter what I say, you won’t believe me. So, just let someone kill me. There’s no need to torture me like this and hurt our bond.”
“Our bond?”
Romello scoffed.
He truly did not believe a word Nathaniel said and only trusted his own analysis and
speculation.
Nonetheless, his anger had subsided a bit now that he had finished beating Nathaniel,
and he was more rational.
“Fine. After all, I just announced your return to the Nicholls family. It wouldn’t look good if something happened to you now. I’ll spare your life this time, but if I find evidence later that proves your guilt, you’ll wish you were dead!”
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Romello gritted his teeth, leaving the room without looking back.
With Romello gone, It meant tonight’s interrogation had barely passed.
Nathaniel breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense nerves finally relaxed.
As his vision grew blurry, he felt himself falling into darkness, collapsing into Gabrielle’s
arms.
“Nathaniel! Help! Nathaniel has passed out. Get a doctor!”
