I Swapped His Fake Gift for a Real Life novel Chapter 89

They dragged me back to the villa, where Benjamin and Alexander sat bound.

“Why did you leave me?” Nathaniel peeled an apple with a fruit knife, his sharp features devoid of emotion.

This was when he was most dangerous.

I stared silently.

He carved the apple into rabbit–shaped slices, arranging them neatly on a plate. A toothpick speared one piece, offered

to me.

I didn’t move.

He smiled. “Should I start with Benjamin’s hands, or Alexander’s feet?”

My face paled.

His grin deepened. “Ah, right. You’ve already given up on Benjamin. Then should I bankrupt the Carter family? Turn

Alexander into a homeless beggar? Or ship him abroad, let him rot in some alley with a needle in his arm-*

I took the apple.

His fingers trembled slightly as he suppressed the sudden wetness in his eyes.

He turned away, voice rough. “Prepare a meal. Soft foods, suitable for a patient.”

I ate the slice without reaction.

“Nathaniel.” I said quietly. “Didn’t I tell you? I can always choose death.”

No one in this world could force me.

His head snapped up-

I was already at the windowsill, smiling down at him.

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