Nolan's gaze was cold as he pointed at Malcolm's corpse and said in a chilling tone, "Bring my friend back to life. If you can do that, I'll let you live."
He might as well not have said anything. This was less of a challenge and more of a mockery to Vernon.
Vernon pointed at Nolan and roared furiously, "Nolan, are you toying me with?"
Nolan responded by slapping him across the face.
"You're the one who's been toying with me," he said icily. "You cowardly, spineless son of a bitch. How dare you even suggest that I let you live? Can you even live with yourself now that your family has fallen into such a state? But given your age, I'll grant you a dignified end by giving you a choice to kill yourself."
As he spoke, Nolan tossed a bloodstained dagger at Vernon's feet.
"Taking your own life is the last shred of dignity I'm giving you. Do it."
Vernon stared at the sharp, gleaming dagger on the ground. He couldn't help but tremble at the thought of just how many people had lost their lives to it.
Yes, taking his own life might seem like a dignified way out, but the problem was—he didn't want to die!
"Nolan, aren't you afraid at all? Mr. Benton Senior and his entire family will never let you get away with this!"
Nolan smirked coldly and said, "Is that so? Let them come then. I'd like to see which of us is the one not letting the other get away with it. Pick up the dagger. It's your only way out now. Otherwise, it's not going to be as simple as taking your own life."
At these words, Vernon immediately shook violently while fear flashed in his eyes.
He understood exactly what Nolan meant. Many had died here today, and their deaths had varied—some quick, others prolonged and agonizing.
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