Billionaire Ex-wife: I Can't Live Without You

Chapter 2057

Yet for Ronan, confined within the detention quarters of the National Security Bureau, the hours stretched on with aching torment.

Though the police had offered water, Darin and the others refused to let Ronan have even a sip.

They also showed disgust at Ronan’s strong smell of blood and Locked him in the bathroom to rest.

Ronan wished he could faint right then and there, hoping to be taken to the medical room for treatment and a moment to catch his breath.

However, the wounds on his body hadn’t struck any vital organs.

While excruciatingly painful, they were not life-threatening.

With a clear mind, Ronan could only endure the relentless waves of agony washing over him.

Darin shattered Ronan’s expensive glasses.

Being nearsighted, Ronan was unable to see clearly, intensifying his fear.

The overpowering stench of the toilet assaulted his senses relentlessly, pushing the limits of his tolerance for the foul odor.

these circumstances, Ronan found it impossible to drift into

was accompanied by a sharp pang of pain coursing through his

sight, he could only curl up in the corner, seeking solace in the farthest corner away from the filthy

to make a sound, even as pain pulsed relentlessly through his

another assault from Darin loomed large, driving him to maintain absolute

before had Ronan felt such profound misery, subjected to

of injustice, he longed to release the

as

upon his advice, Ronan had schemed to exploit Nathan’s absence on a business trip by poisoning his grandfather’s food, aiming to usurp control

such treacherous actions, he might have

Danilo’s machinations, Ronan could have continued to live peacefully

have led a carefree life

an opportunity to make him

the Payne family and secure their rightful leadership by taking action against

could blame

return just in time on the day of Norton’s accident, and why

clung to the notion that Nathan’s downfall was the only way to

Ronan’s frame, his skin stretched taut over his pain-ridden form, every pore pulsating with an overwhelming