Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 961

Chapter 961 

In the dead of night, only the Nicholls residence bustled with activity. 

Frank hurried to summon an emergency doctor. 

Nathaniel was covered in blood and appeared to be severely injured. Nonetheless, since it was just from the paddle, the wounds were only surface, nothing deeper. 

The doctor efficiently cleaned all the blood stains with saline solution, applied medication, and tightly bandaged the severe wounds. Then, he slipped some anti- inflammatory pills into Nathaniel’s mouth. 

Despite him being half–conscious, Nathaniel never uttered any words that could incriminate himself. 

After the doctor finished and left, Gabrielle sat by Nathaniel’s bedside, weeping softly. 

“Nathaniel, you just returned. Why would you do something like this? Are you really willing to risk your life for Sheena?” 

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Although Gabrielle did not know the specifics, Sheena had mentioned the situation on the top floor to her before. Hence, she could guess why Nathaniel had stolen Frank’s key. 

Nathaniel lay still on the bed, enduring the pain. 

He weakly glanced at the plain curtains, lips tightly pressed together, silent throughout. 

He had indeed taken the risk for Sheena, but it was not solely for her. He had his own. 

selfish motives. 

This time back, he had something new he wanted to acquire. 

Seeing Nathaniel lost in thought, Gabrielle continued to sob softly. 

In recent times, too much had happened, and Romello’s mood swings only added to her 

distress. 

She felt like she cried more now than she did in the past few years. 

“Gabrielle, go back and rest. I’ll be fine,” Nathaniel urged, his face pale and tired as he closed his eyes. 

“Alright, Nathaniel. Get some sleep. I’ll try to plead for mercy from Romello,” she replied worriedly before reluctantly leaving his room. 

With pain all over his body and exhaustion weighing heavily on him, Nathaniel drifted off 

into sleep. 

Several hours later, just as dawn broke, he was awakened by the bodyguards. 

“Mr. Nathaniel, it’s time to get up. Mr. Romello wants to see you in the garden.” 

Nathaniel’s head throbbed, and he opened his eyes groggily, feeling too weak to get up. 

As he thought about how he had managed to get through the ordeal of the previous night, he could not help but smirk. 

Nevertheless, a new round of torment and interrogation was just beginning. 

The two bodyguards noticed that Nathaniel was awake but showed no intention of getting up, so they approached and lifted him up from the bed. 

Still in his pajamas, Nathaniel was helped downstairs. 

With injuries on his lower back, each step was painful, making the journey unbearable. 

Fortunately, his room was on the second floor, so he reached the ground level quickly. 

The guards escorted the tired Nathaniel to a gravel path in the garden and immediately pressed him down, forcing him to kneel. 

The uneven gravel pricked at his knees, causing a sharp pain. 

Nathaniel instinctively bent forward, nearly collapsing, but the bodyguards forcibly straightened him up. 

One said, “Mr. Nathaniel, Mr. Romello said as long as you admit your mistake and confess where the stolen items are hidden, you can get up immediately.” 

“I… didn’t take anything,” Nathaniel replied, clenching his fists tightly, determined to 

stay upright. 

Under the watchful eyes of the bodyguards, his posture was straight.