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Nathaniel’s rationality was once again consumed by rage, and the pressure in his grip intensified, mercilessly squeezing Sheena’s neck.

He leaned in, speaking harshly by her ear, “You’re right, I’m a beast. So, please don’t provoke me!”

The air grew thinner, and Sheena felt suffocated, her struggles weakening. During this period, her waning appetite due to pregnancy meant she had not eaten properly in a long time, leaving her physically unable to resist Nathaniel’s strength.

Nathaniel stared at her expression, laughing recklessly.

However, tears streamed down his face.

He released his grip and ruthlessly ripped at his own shirt like a madman.

Fresh air rushed back into Sheena’s lungs, and she immediately clutched her throat, coughing

She noticed Nathaniel’s actions and shouted, “What are you doing!”

Ignoring her, Nathaniel tossed the torn shirt and suit jacket aside, standing bare–chested.

Sheena averted her gaze, refusing to look at him.

He grabbed her chin again, forcing her to look at his body.

“Sheena, what are you afraid of? I want you to open your eyes and take a good look!”

On his healthy, honey–toned skin were numerous healed scars.

What should have been a muscular and attractive physique now appeared incredibly monstrous.

Many scars were visible, and even though they had scabbed over, the skin would never fully recover.

“Have you taken a good look? All of these are thanks to Elliot!

“Being lashed with a heavy whip dipped in saltwater, burns from cigarettes and branding irons, my back splashed with two bottles of sulfuric acid by Elliot, and four hundred and four knife wounds. How many times have my ribs broken? I lost count!

“For six months in that high–security prison, I had to lick others‘ leftover food every day. At night, I either slept in a filthy toilet or was confined to a cold and damp cell. The slightest mistake would result in a beating. I was tormented to madness by those hellish days!

“You call me a beast? Yes! Only a beast takes revenge. If my life is miserable, I’ll drag Elliot down to hell with me!”

Sheena stared blankly at the wounds on his body, her eyes turning red.

It was indeed frightening–each scar revealed the inhumane torture he had endured. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Even so, she did not feel any sympathy for him.

He deserved it for using the S404 against Elliot.

He deserved all of it.

“Elliot has been suffering for the past six months because of you. He isn’t much better than you!” Sheena held back her tears and proposed a solution, “If you’re willing to hand over Clear without conditions, I’ll consider the debts between you settled. I can guarantee that, from now on, you and Elliot won’t interfere with each other, won’t harm each other, and can coexist peacefully.”

Nathaniel laughed, the laughter manic and eerie.

“Debts settled? Coexist peacefully?” He scoffed lightly, releasing her chin. “Nana, I hate him to the core, and he despises me just as much. The hatred between us can only end in one of us dying. There will never be a reconciliation. Originally, I meticulously planned to marry you, intending to torment you after marriage, seeking the pleasure of revenge. I wanted Elliot to witness the woman he loved being degraded by me!”

He paused for a bit, then continued, “But, after meeting, I gave up on that idea. Nana, I truly love you! My love for you is no less than that of Elliot! Why can’t you share even a little bit of the affection you give to Elliot with me?”

He roared, furious and dejected.

His entire being was agitated and sorrowful, tears continuously streaming down.

He resembled a desperate beast, driven to complete insanity.