“How Long has he been gone?”


    “Um, he left the night before yesterday.


    ”


    After that, Lucinda exchanged a small chat with Uma before ending the call.


    She contemted the fact that Jeff left two days ago.


    That coincided precisely with the night Mylo confronted Nathan about Ronan.


    Nathan had stormed off to confront Norton, only to be chased away.


    What a coincidence!


    Jeff’s departure from Stastle right after that incident raised questions.


    Was it mere coincidence, or did he possess insider knowledge prompting him to make a swift exit?


    Jeff was absent from Stastle, Norton was tight-lipped, and Kern appeared to be in the dark about the insider information.


    Meanwhile, Mylo was busy negotiating with Nathan.


    In this deadlock, all Lucinda could do was wait for Dark Bell’s investigation to yield results.


    She hoped to uncover some clues from the evidence materials that could help Nathan.


    The following day, within the confines of the National Security Bureau’s detention room, Ronan was teetering on the brink of insanity.


    Though only two days had passed, each moment dragged on like an eternity, and every minute felt like a torment.


    Initially repulsed by the stench of the toilet, Ronan had grown ustomed to it over time, finding it less offensive than before.


    However, Darin and his cronies treated him with utter disdain, viewing him merely as a punching bag for their emotional release.


    Whenever they felt a surge of frustration or anger, they would descend upon him, raining down blows without mercy.


    If the food they received wasckluster, it served as yet another excuse to unleash their violence upon him.


    They would resume their attacks when they woke up with stiff backs and aching waists from their ufortable sleeping positions against the wall.


    As long as Ronan was in this cage, everything he did or said-even his breathing-was deemed wrong.


    Any slight displeasure on their part served as justification for another round of beatings.


    His once luxurious sses had been mercilessly crushed and deformed, robbed of their former grandeur.


    Huddled in the corner of the bathroom, Ronan clutched the mangled remnants of his sses.


    His severe myopia amplified his unease and paranoia, forcing him to strain his ears for the slightest hint of danger from outside.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?.


    He remained vignt, knowing he had to be ready for whatever excuse Darin might use to unleash more violence upon him.


    After enduring relentless beatings for two agonizing days and nights, Ronan’s sense of self-worth had been systematically eroded.


    Each time Darin raised a hand against him, Ronan would plead for mercy, even stooping to bow his head if it meant halting the onught.