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

forced to witness this brutal punishment was

his cold, ruthless

in the hallway,

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

roaring as he spoke, and before Nathaniel could kneel straight, he continued to torture Nathaniel’s scarred back

is it? Why did you steal from your own family? Are you conspiring with Sheena to

plot against me?”

the wind whistled with each

smudged the white shirt

so much pain that he could barely straighten his back,

knelt.

“I didn’t…”

had been turned upside down in search, especially Nathaniel’s room, which the

searched Nathaniel twice, but nothing was found.

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

beat him, Nathaniel persisted with

swung the paddle even harder.

torture, as

it out till the end? I know it was you who did this. Before you bring me down, I’ll make

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