Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 680

Chapter 680 

Sheena remained silent, het gare fixed on Lionel, who was barely clinging to life. She felt a 

suffocating heaviness in her chest, and she dug her nails into her palm to suppress the roaring anger 

within her. 

Nathaniel continued, “You can choose to keep the child, but for the next few days, you must stay in the small apartment and behave. No tricks on our wedding day. After the ceremony, I’ll release Lionel immediately and send him back to Froania with Clear. I mean what I say this time.” 

Sheena bit her lip. 

Het alone against the safety of her unborn child, Lionel, and Clear. 

The conditions seemed favorable to her. 

“Alright, but you can’t torment Lionel anymore. To show my sincerity in marrying you without any tricks…” 

Sheena’s words trailed off as she voluntarily removed the emerald ring from her finger, placing it in Nathaniel’s hand. 

It was her only personal weapon, and surrendering it was a genuine display of commitment. 

Nathaniel was pleased. 

“Alright, no more beating him. I’ll send a doctor to treat him later, and he’ll be well taken care of. Is that arrangement satisfactory to you?” 

“You better keep your word.” 

“Rest assured.” Nathaniel smiled, checking the temperature of her hand warmer. “Let’s go. The dungeon is too cold, especially for someone pregnant. It’s not suitable for a long stay.” 

Sheena did not say anything more and cast a lingering, concerned look at Lionel before leaving. 

As they left, Lionel’s hands, suspended all night, were finally let down. His body hit the ground, and the pain woke him. His arms felt dislocated, making it difficult for him to move. 

“Hey, are you okay?” 

“Are you still alive?” 

“Hey, if you can hear me, please respond.” 

“Hey…” 

Concerned voices from the neighboring cell echoed incessantly–a girl with an accent similar to 

theirs. 

Chapter 680 

pter 6 

Lionel’s hazy consciousness was awakened, and he croaked a dry “hm” as a response. 

Through the small iron window high on the wall, the relieved voice of the girl next door reached him. 

“Why were you thrown in here for such a serious punishment? What did you do? 

Lionel lay flat, weakly gazing at the plich–black ceiling 

“I tried to steal something from the palace. They caught me. But, even if I hadn’t done that, that monster would still torture me.” 

The girl sighed. “So, are you okay? Are you hungry? The guards brought food yesterday, and I secretly hid a bun. If you want it, I can toss it over to you. 

In the dungeon, they only served meals once daily, and missing it meant going hungry until the next day. 

Lionel glanced at the small iron window high on the wall. 

Considering the girl’s voice, she seemed to be around nineteen.