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Nathaniel listened attentively, then shook his head.

“No need to send a military doctor as it might raise Romello’s suspicion. These are just superficial wounds; I can tough it out for a few days. Once I’m out of the interrogation. room, I’ll take care of them properly.”

They were both hardened men from rigorous training, and Elliot did not push further when he saw Nathaniel’s determination.

“Alright, I’ll leave a medical kit. You can tend to the wounds within your reach.”

Nathaniel nodded.

Thinking of Sheena, he lowered his gaze and asked, “Did Nana send you to rescue me?”

Elliot glanced at him and replied, “No, she’s tired and resting at home. She doesn’t know

about this.”

“Tired? Is she unwell?” Nathaniel was anxious.

Elliot frowned slightly, but he maintained a calm stare.

“She’s not sick. It’s just a private matter between husband and wife. Is that something you need to know?” This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Nathaniel seemed to understand, lowering his eyes sadly and tightening his fists.

“Elliot, how have… you two been this past year?”

“Very well,” Elliot replied.

Lionel chimed in, “Elliot has given everything for Sheena, making her the richest woman. After they got married, he never let her delicate hands cook. Because Sheena prefers their privacy, they didn’t even hire help. For a while, he did all the household chores, cooking, taking care of the babies, and even helped her with postpartum recovery. He had to manage both the Jenkins Group and National Investigation Bureau affairs in his spare time, going days without proper sleep and handling everything at home and outside. Eventually, Sheena hired a doula to help with the twins,

understanding how tiring it was for him.”

Lionel clicked his tongue twice and added, “I gotta say, I really admire Elliot. If it were me, I don’t think I could ever be as thoughtful.”

Listening quietly, Nathaniel felt somewhat relieved.

“That’s good. Since you took her away from me, you better treat her well. If you ever hurt her, I’ll do whatever it takes to win her back.”

Elliot’s gaze turned cold, scoffing. “That will never happen. She has always been mine, and you were the one who tried to take her from me.”

The two men locked eyes.

Though the hatred of the past was gone, they both remained stubborn, with neither speaking, each seemingly lost in their own thoughts.

Sensing the growing tension in the car, Lionel cleared his throat lightly.

“Um… we’ve arrived at the interrogation room.

The secret interrogation room was located in a highly secluded area on the outskirts of

Svelton.

Lionel secured Nathaniel’s handcuffs once more and pulled him out of the armored

vehicle by the arm.

Elliot adjusted his military uniform collar before stepping out of the vehicle gracefully.

The captain of the Ninth Division, Jacob Levy, accompanied by a few trusted soldiers, was waiting fifty meters away from the interrogation room.

The moment Lionel spotted him, his demeanor shifted from assisting Nathaniel to forcefully dragging him along.

“Nathaniel, you filthy creature! How dare you bite me. Have a taste of all the punishment. from the past. I’ll make sure you suffer!” Lionel’s tone was harsit and menacing.

Despite his weakened state, Nathaniel’s gaze remained cold, his attitude unyielding and

defiant.

Jacob hurried over upon seeing the trio, bowing respectfully to Elliot.

“Good day, Mr. Jenkins.”

For a moment, Jacob felt rather awkward, and he quickly realized his hands were empty.

He then pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and offered it to Elliot.

“Since you rarely make arrests in person, care for one?”

Elliot gave him a disdainful glance and declined, asking coldly, “What brings you here?

Aren’t there official duties at the bureau to attend to? You seem rather idle.”

Jacob was nervous, hanging his head even lower in response.