Yet for Ronan, confined within the detention quarters of the National Security Bureau, the hours stretched on with aching torment.


    Though the police had offered water, Darin and the others refused to let Ronan have even a sip.


    They also showed disgust at Ronan’s strong smell of blood and Locked him in the bathroom to rest.


    Ronan wished he could faint right then and there, hoping to be taken to the medical room for treatment and a moment to catch his breath.


    However, the wounds on his body hadn’t struck any vital organs.


    While excruciatingly painful, they were not life-threatening.


    With a clear mind, Ronan could only endure the relentless waves of agony washing over him.


    Darin shattered Ronan’s expensive sses.


    Being nearsighted, Ronan was unable to see clearly, intensifying his fear.


    The overpowering stench of the toilet assaulted his senses relentlessly, pushing the limits of his tolerance for the foul odor.


    Under these circumstances, Ronan found it impossible to drift into slumber.


    Each breath he took was apanied by a sharp pang of pain coursing through his body.


    With no respite in sight, he could only curl up in the corner, seeking sce in the farthest corner away from the filthy toilet.


    Covering his mouth and nose, Ronan suppressed any urge to make a sound, even as pain pulsed relentlessly through his body.


    The threat of another assault from Darin loomedrge, driving him to maintain absolute silence.


    Never before had Ronan felt such profound misery, subjected to the relentless bullying of Darin.


    Overwhelmed with a sense of injustice, he longed to release the pent-up anguish in tears.N?velDrama.Org holds this content.


    Suddenly, regret flooded over him as he recalled heeding Danilo’s deceitful counsel.


    Acting upon his advice, Ronan had schemed to exploit Nathan’s absence on a business trip by poisoning his grandfather’s food, aiming to usurp control within the family.


    Indeed, had he refrained from such treacherous actions, he might have avoided detection by Nathan altogether.


    Without sumbing to Danilo’s machinations, Ronan could have continued to live peacefully at home, enjoying afortable and contented life.


    Swiftly, he dismissed the notion that he could have led a carefree life as Nathan was not benevolent.


    Nathan would surely find an opportunity to make him suffer.


    Ronan believed that he and his father could only make aeback within the Payne family and secure their rightful leadership by taking action against Nathan before he could act.


    The only thing Ronan could me was his bad luck.


    Why did Nathan return just in time on the day of Norton’s ident, and why hadn’t he acted sooner himself?


    Ronan clung to the notion that Nathan’s downfall was the only way to repay all his suffering.


    Tremors wracked Ronan’s frame, his skin stretched taut over his pain-ridden form, every pore pulsating with an overwhelming surge of hatred.


    His desire to rend Nathan limb from limb consumed him, an urge born from the depths of his seething hatred.


    Ronan was unable to sleep, consumed by his burning hatred.


    Even Mylo, confined to a solitary room within the confines of the National Security Bureau, wrestled with the elusive embrace of slumber.


    Mylo didn’tmit any serious transgressions.


    Consequently, Nathan merely confined him, ensuring he couldn’t roam freely.


    Mylo leaned wearily against the cold wall, his only sce the faint slivers of moonlight filtering through a small, ventted window high above.


    Had Ronan escaped sessfully?