hapter 968


    “Mr. Romello sent me. He was worried Nathaniel wouldn’t cooperate and asked me to assist you, Mr.


    Jenkins,” Jacob exined nervously.


    Lionel was the first to express his displeasure. “Get lost! Who do you think you are to meddle with this


    case?”


    “Y–Yes, you’re right. Mr. Jenkins, I have nothing to worry about since Lionel has Nathaniel under


    control. I’ll take my leave,” Jacob stammered, feeling the tension in the


    air.


    Elliot stared at Jacob coldly, not saying a word, which Jacob took as tacit approval.


    He then offered the cigarette box to Lionel, who haughtily refused to take it.


    Passing by Nathaniel, Jacob paused and delivered a stern message.


    “Nathaniel, Mr. Romello said if you want to lessen the pain, you must confess to the illegal entry. If you


    hide anything or say the wrong thing, he’ll remove you from the Nicholls family’s ancestry.”


    Nathaniel met his gaze and absorbed the implicit threat.


    “You’re still here? How dare you threaten the person I apprehended?” Lionel’s anger red, and he


    kicked Jacob hard in the rear.


    “Get lost! If you make Mr. Jenkins angry, it won’t be just a kick!”


    Jacob was startled by the kick and rubbed his sore buttocks, leaving immediately.


    With Jacob gone, Lionel’s men swiftly surrounded the interrogation room, some. donning camouge to


    blend in and secure the area from a distance.


    As the heavy door of the interrogation room opened, Nathaniel gazed at the menacing array of torture


    devices on the wall.


    “Never thought the interrogation room would be the mostforting ce for me one day.”


    Lionel chuckled.


    “Indeed, considering you’re a regr here. With those tools on the wall as your old friends, having


    them around must be quite an experience.”


    “It’s quite an experience indeed,” Nathaniel agreed, turning to him. “Why don’t I ask Mr. Jenkins to let


    you join me for a few days? Vie can experience it together.”


    Lionel’s expression turned cold instantly.


    He considered retorting but nced at Elliot’s expression and changed his mind.


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    “Forget it. I wouldn’t enjoy it. Besides, 1 have someone waiting at home. If I don’t return, she’ll make a


    fuss.”


    Both men backed down, avoiding confrontation.


    Elliot waved outside, signaling to the soldiers.


    They entered carrying thick nkets, fruits, snacks, premium cigarette packs, a new phone for


    Nathaniel, fresh sets of clothes, a well–stocked medical kit, and more.


    Soon, the interrogation room was packed to the brim, resembling more of a retreat than a ce of


    interrogation.


    Taking in the pile of items, Nathaniel appreciated Elliot’s thoroughness and care.


    “Thanks.”


    Elliot remained expressionless. “Consider these as our appreciation for helping us. You don’t need to


    thank me.


    Nathaniel lowered his gaze, concealing his mixed emotions.


    The reward he desired was not these trinkets. However, he understood Elliot’s


    temperament well enough to know that being too direct would only put Elliot on guard.


    Perhaps, when the time came, Elliot would assist him.


    Gathering his thoughts, Nathaniel looked back at Elliot and spoke earnestly, “Elliot, I’ve been back in


    Svelton for quite some time now, but I haven’t had the chance to meet the babies. Once Romello’s


    matters are settled, could I visit E&S Haven to see them? “I want… to be their godfather.”