When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 927 I Am Not Involved

At a tall building in Rainsworth Manor, Nathaniel and Nicholas stood together.

“Did you already know about Ethan’s actions?” Nathaniel asked.

Nicholas lazily leaned against the railing, looking at the overcast sky outside. “I wasn’t involved this time.”

That was an indirect admission.

Nathaniel had long known that his younger brother wasn’t as gentle and kind as he appeared, but he still found it hard to believe that brothers would turn against each other.

“You’ve already taken control of Orion Corporation. What more could you want?”

What more could he want?

Nicholas laughed. “I want a lot more. The thing that dissatisfies me the most is that you married the woman I love and act as if you don’t owe me anything!”Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Hearing this, Nathaniel hardened his resolve. He raised his hand and grabbed Nicholas by the collar, tightening his grip.

The two of them looked identical, but Nicholas had been frail and sickly since childhood. He was no match for Nathaniel, even though Nathaniel couldn’t see now.

Some distance away, Jocelyn witnessed this scene and was ready to step forward, but Mason blocked her.

“Ms. Wright, it’s best to let our bosses settle their own matters,” Mason said.

Nicholas’s collar was tightly gripped, making it hard for him to breathe, but he didn’t show any fear.

“Go ahead, kill me. But don’t forget, Cecilia has always truly loved me. If I die, she’ll never forgive you.” His handsome face twisted slightly.

Nathaniel lowered his voice, “Stop hanging around those lowlifes, or I really will kill you.”

With that, he shoved Nicholas away.

Nicholas staggered back several steps, coughing violently.

Nathaniel didn’t stay any longer and left.

As soon as he was gone, Jocelyn rushed over to support Nicholas. “Mr. Nicholas, are you okay? Let’s go to the hospital.”

Nicholas waved her off in refusal.

“No need.”

His breathing gradually steadied, and the coughing subsided.

Jocelyn knew him well. If he said he didn’t want to the hospital, then he definitely wouldn’t go.

After reprimanding Nicholas, Nathaniel took Cecilia and Elliot back to Daltonia Villa.

After dropping them off at home, he left under the pretense of work.

An hour later, in a dimly lit basement. Ethan lay on the ground, spitting blood. His body was covered in wounds.

For the past day or two, he had endured torment unlike anything he’d ever experienced.

When Nathaniel walked in, Ethan saw a glimmer of hope and immediately crawled to Nathaniel’s feet, begging, “Mr. Rainsworth, I was wrong. I beg you, have mercy and spare me this time. I’ll serve you for the rest of my life.”

Nathaniel glanced behind him, and his men immediately dragged Ethan further away, restraining him roughly.

“Who else was involved in this besides you?” Nathaniel asked.

Ethan certainly wasn’t about to implicate Francis and lied, “Nicholas.”

Nathaniel had already spoken with Nicholas. He knew Nicholas well enough. If Nicholas had been involved, he would’ve admitted it.

“So you’re not going to tell the truth?” Nathaniel’s voice was soft, but to Ethan, it sounded like it came from hell.

“I’m telling the truth. Nicholas ordered me to do it. He’s afraid that once your health improves, you’ll compete with him for the position of Orion Corporation’s heir.”

Ethan stubbornly stuck to his lie.

A few minutes later, his screams filled the basement.

Having gained no useful information, Nathaniel walked out. He turned to Mason and asked, “Have you found Francis yet?”