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

brutal punishment

Romello remained unfazed, his cold, ruthless gaze showing no

Frank in the hallway, and I found the top floor cabinet tampered

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

and before Nathaniel could kneel

did you steal from your own family? Are

plot against me?”

the wind whistled with each strike

smudged the white shirt red with

so much pain that he could barely straighten his back, curling up as

knelt.

“I didn’t…”

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

searched Nathaniel twice, but

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

Romello beat him, Nathaniel persisted with only one response: denial.

he swung the paddle even harder.

torture, as

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

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