Two hours later, Hugh sat in the first-floor hall, reviewing documents.
Hurried footsteps echoed from the basement hallway. The next moment, Cole was thrown to the floor in front of him.
His entire body was swollen from insect bites, his clothes soaked in cold sweat. His face was so puffy he barely looked human.
Gasping for air, he forced his eyes open and glared at Hugh with all the strength he had left.
"If he hasn't admitted his mistake, throw him back in."
With that, he resumed his work, completely indifferent.
His subordinates exchanged glances. "Mr. Hugh, Mr. Cole just admitted his mistake. His throat is probably too swollen to say much, but he did acknowledge it."
Hugh ignored them, giving a dismissive wave. "A swollen throat or his life—which one do you think matters more? Anyone who wants to live will make the right choice."
A shiver ran through them. If this continued, even a healthy man wouldn't last. Let alone Cole, who had just been stabbed by Serena.
But they didn't dare defy Hugh. They grabbed Cole, ready to take him back.
Cole felt his vision blur. Was Hugh really not afraid of him dying?
"I-I was wrong! I know I was wrong! Please, don't throw me back in! I swear I'll never do anything like that again!" he shouted in desperation, his voice hoarse.
The subordinates hesitated before finally pulling him back.
At last, Hugh closed his laptop and looked at him properly. His voice remained as cool as ever.
"There won't be a next time. Get a doctor. When he leaves, I don't want to see any injuries besides the one on his leg. Tell his mother he's kneeling in the family chapel, praying for my grandfather."
After giving his orders, Hugh turned and left without another word. His subordinates let out a quiet breath and looked at Cole.
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