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Romello’s expression froze.

The swelling on his left cheek spoiled his otherwise handsome features.

He bore a resemblance to Nathaniel, with the main difference being their eye color.

Nathaniel’s eyes were a striking blue, like precious gemstones, exuding a princely allure, both refined and enigmatic.

Romello’s eyes, on the other hand, were dark brown, sharper, handsome, and honest.

Ironically, his appearance often gave off an impression of righteousness, as if he would never do

any wrong.

Romello burst into maniacal laughter, avoiding the question.

“Well, losing is losing. Spending a lifetime in a high–security prison is enough to drive anyone insane. Elliot, I just want a quick end.”

“Are you so eager to die?”

Elliot released his grip on Romello’s collar, grabbing a tissue to clean his hands.

“You don’t get to choose. Matricide is a serious crime. Even if you don’t confess, I’ll find out the truth eventually. If it is really you who did it, I’ll make your life worse than death before your

execution.

Romello’s smile gradually faded.

“You’re still as ruthless as ever. Despite serving under you as deputy chief for so many years, I’ve faced discipline without recognition for my efforts. You truly lack compassion.”

“Stubborn as ever, I see,” Elliot retorted coldly. “How many times over the years have you tried to undermine me, to take my position? If you had the ability, perhaps I would have relented. But you didn’t. Each time, I merely disciplined you out of respect for the past. Your greed brought this

upon yourself.”

He gestured, and immediately, soldiers entered with a bucket of water.

Five paddles soaked and ready, glinting with moisture, prepared well in advance for Romello.

“Your debts will be settled one by one, starting with the incident involving your punishment toward Nathaniel for the key to the top floor, where you broke two paddles. He demanded five in return.

Let’s start with that.”

Two more soldiers entered, swiftly untying Romello and binding his hands behind his back, connecting the ropes to a hook on the ceiling, suspending him with his toes barely touching the ground.

Another soldier raised a paddle high, ready to strike with full force.

The sharp sound of the paddle striking echoed through the interrogation room, crisp and chilling.

Romello furrowed his brow slightly but remained silent, enduring the blows without a word.

Elliot observed quietly, devoid of any emotion.

Inside the interrogation room, the paddle’s whistle persisted as Romello laughed maniacally. “Mr. Jenkins, Nathaniel isn’t as simple as he seems. He caused you so much suffering before. This time, he helped you, but next time, who knows?”

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“My downfall leaves the position of the Nicholls family’s leader vacant. Don’t help him! Power is like poison. It’s addictive. Once you touch it, you can’t let go. Nathaniel might become the next me, and I’ll be waiting to see. I’m not a good person, and neither is Nathaniel. If you help him secure control of the Nicholls family, you’ll eventually regret it!”

Even after Elliot exited the interrogation room, Romello’s laughter could still be heard.

Romello seemed determined to drag Nathaniel down with him.

As the heavy iron door was closed, the surroundings finally quietened.

Elliot walked through the corridor of the interrogation room without looking back.

As he passed Nathaniel’s cell, he paused, casting a lingering glance at the door before choosing.

to leave without entering.