Chapter 959

Nathaniel gasped for breath, trying to ease the excruciating pain in his back.

His voice strained as he spoke, “I didn’t… take Uncle Frank’s key, I didn’t trespass on the top floor. I didn’t… steal anything…”

“You’re still trying to deny it!”

Romello’s paddle struck Nathaniel’s back five more times with relentless force, denying him any chance to catch his breath.

Under the blood–soaked shirt, the areas that were not bleeding were bruised, and every part of Nathaniel’s back was injured.

With each blow, the paddle reopened swollen wounds, painting his back crimson.

Nathaniel groaned, his back finally giving in, his arm trembling uncontrollably as he tried to support himself with one hand.

“Romello, I really… didn’t…”

Nathaniel’s words faltered, his voice barely audible amidst the agony.

Marius stood by the pillar, his heart filled with dread, unable to bear witnessing Nathaniel’s bloody back.

Gabrielle could not hold back her tears, her heart aching with sym

punishment was like a torment for

unfazed, his cold, ruthless gaze showing

situation meticulously, saying, “Tonight, you–were the only one near Uncle Frank in the hallway, and I found the

come downstairs. I asked the srvant to rush you, but you were not in the room and could not be found anywhere. I guess you were

before Nathaniel could

is it? Why did you steal from your own family?

plot against me?”

echoed through the room as the wind whistled with each strike of the paddle.

smudged the white

he could barely straighten

knelt.

“I didn’t…”

been turned upside down in search, especially Nathaniel’s room, which the bodyguards combed through

Nathaniel twice, but nothing

let go of him, convinced that Nathaniel’s interaction with the butler, Frank Abbott, was enough

him, Nathaniel

and he swung the paddle

turned into indiscriminate torture, as he

you who did this. Before you bring me down, I’ll make sure

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