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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…”

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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

Being forced to witness this brutal punishment was like a torment for them.

Only Romello remained unfazed, his cold, ruthless gaze showing no mercy.

He analyzed the situation meticulously, saying, “Tonight, you–were the only one near Uncle Frank in the hallway, and I found the top floor cabtampered with. I’m missing a very important potion!”

“Before the banquet started, you took your sweet tto cdownstairs. I asked the srvant to rush you, but you were not in the room and could not be found anywhere. I guess you were stealing things on the top floor then, right?”

Romello was practically roaring as he spoke, and before Nathaniel could kneel straight, he continued to torture Nathaniel’s scarred back brutally.

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

plot against me?”

Romello’s rage echoed through the room as the wind whistled with each strike of the paddle.

The bloodstained paddle smudged the white shirt red with every stroke.

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

knelt.

“I didn’t…”

The entire mansion had been turned upside down in search, especially Nathaniel’s room, which the bodyguards combed through multiple times, leaving no corner unturned.

Romello had also searched Nathaniel twice, but nothing was found.

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

No matter how mercilessly Romello beat him, Nathaniel persisted with only one response: denial.

Romello’s frustration grew, and he swung the paddle even harder.

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What began as targeted strikes to the back turned into indiscriminate torture, as he spared no part of Nathaniel’s body from his wrath.

“Think you can tough it out till the end? I know it was you who did this. Before you bringdown, I’ll make sure to send you to meet your maker!”

The whistling sound from the paddle echoed like a bell from hell.

Nathaniel gritted his teeth, the pain clouding his senses, his throat emitting involuntary groans of agony.

Having lived incognito overseas for a year, he had grown unaccustomed to such brutal punishment, and his body was beginning to struggle.

With a snap, the second paddle broke under the relentless assault.

After such a prolonged beating, even Romello becexhausted, tossing the broken paddle aside.

He paused to catch his breath, rolling up his sleeves slightly.

“Get in here.”

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The bodyguards outside promptly entered, their demeanor respectful.

“Mr. Romello, how may we assist you?”

Romello pointed to the other paddles soaked in a bucket, his expression ice–cold. “Continue the beating. Beat him until he changes his mind.”

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