Chapter 980
Romello was also taken to the interrogation room, separated from Nathaniel by two closed doors.
After escorting him in, Elliot and Lionel took the opportunity to check on Nathaniel.
The heavy door creaked open, revealing Nathaniel seated cross–legged on a warm makeshift bed, rolling up his sleeves to tend to the wounds on his arms.
His muscular arms were covered in partially scabbed,
partially scabbed, blood–streaked scars, along with some old scars, giving his once handsome arms a gruesome appearance.
Upon seeing Elliot and Lionel enter, he casually glanced up with his piercing blue eyes, continuing to apply medicine to his wounds.
“You’re here early. Did you get Romello?”
Elliot simply replied, “Mmhmm.”
Nathaniel smirked and asked in doubt, “If he did, then why the long faces? Shouldn’t you be giving him a taste of the paddle first, breaking at least five?”
Elliot kept a stern expression and remained silent.
Lionel explained, “With Madam Nicholls’s passing and Romello’s mourning, it would be inhumane to administer any form of punishment at this time.”
Nathaniel froze.
“Madam Nicholls is gone? What happened?”
Elliot and Lionel exchanged a knowing glance before Lionel sighed and explained, Something happened to the Nicholls family. Madam Nicholls was found dead in her room this morning. It was ruled out as suicide or natural death. Romello suspects you, claiming that the day you stole the key and went up to the attic, you poisoned Madam Nicholls.”
Nathaniel chuckled lightly, obviously amused.
“He’s trying to blame everything on me. Looks like he’s figured out that things are about to be exposed and wants to drag me down with him before he goes down.”
Lionel retorted sarcastically, “He didn’t plan on going down. I’ve gathered enough evidence and brought it to him today, but he tried to deny them completely.”
As the two exchanged words, Elliot remained stern, leaning lightly against the chair back, silent throughout the conversation.
Nathaniel shook his head in disdatu before turning to Elliot.
“Do you believe him?”
Elliot raised his cold gaze, meeting Nathaniel’s.
“I believe in evidence. I won’t favor you, nor will I wrong you and make you take the fall.”
“Fair enough. With your assuring words, I have nothing to fear for what I haven’t done.”
The three of them exchanged a few more words.
Nathaniel recounted the details of the banquet night on the top floor to Elliot once again.
A few minutes later, Elliot emerged from the interrogation room and got into the car, heading back to the National Investigation Bureau.
Lionel eagerly asked him, “Elliot, do you really belleve Nathaniel’s words?”
Elliot’s eyes held a mysterious depth as he responded with a question, “What do you think?”
Lionel pondered for a moment, then honestly shared his analysis, “I believe Madam Nicholls’s death is likely unrelated to Nathaniel. He had no reason to do such a thing. However, I’m skeptical about Nathaniel willingly helping you and Sheena steal the potion from the Nicholls residence. Despite his significant contribution, he ended up being punished by Romello without seeking any reward or making any requests. It’s suspicious to me. It seems like he’s hiding something.”
Elliot smirked.
It seemed that Lionel shared the same thoughts with him on this matter.
He turned his head to look out the window at the receding scenery, speaking softly, “A man must have either power or woman. He’s one of the outstanding men in Froania. Such prideful men like him wouldn’t be content teaching in a mountain village for the rest of their lives. He came back this time probably because he wants to take over the entire Nicholls family.”
