Watching his son, almost driven to the brink of madness, Mylo felt a sharp pang of anguish stab at his heart.
Ronan had always been fiercely proud, but after spending two days in the confines of the National Security Bureauâs cell, he had been reduced to a shell of his former self, unable to even recognize his own father.
With a glare filled with anger, Mylo turned to Nathan, who stood casually by the door.
âHow could you do this? What have you done to him?â
Nathan leaned against the door, his tone matter-of-fact.
âSurprisingly, his mental toughness isnât as strong as I thought.
You have sheltered him too much over the years, shielding him from any real danger.
Thatâs why he canât handle this pain.
â
He paused for a while, then continued, âThink about my words carefully.
I expect you to take the initiative today and contact the officer to confess the truth to me.
If not, by 10 pm tonight, Ronan will be taken back to his former cell.
â
Amid his mental breakdown, Ronan seemed to understand Nathanâs words.
He shook his head frantically and exclaimed, âNo way! I refuse to go back! Itâs a living hell! Iâm going to die if I go back there!â
Mylo stood by helplessly as Ronan lost control, unable to offer any assistance.
Nathan stood at the door and watched the scenes unfold indifferently.
His demeanor deeply angered Mylo, yet he was powerless to act against Nathan.
Crushing emotions engulfed him as Mylo cradled Ronan in his arms, his gaze fixed fiercely on Nathan.
With a lazy gesture, Nathan removed the leather gloves he had used while handling Ronan and instructed a police officer to dispose of them.
Before departing, Nathan issued a final warning.
âThis is your Last opportunity, Mylo.
If I donât receive the answer I seek before ten oâclock tonight, Iâll ensure we both suffer the consequences.
But itâs inconsequential for me.
Iâve remained ignorant of the truth surrounding my parentsâ demise, and if I continue this way, it wonât matter much.
However, itâs detrimental for you.
You stand to lose your son.
I believe you understand what needs to be done.
â
With a sneer, Nathan turned on his heel and departed, leaving the father and son to huddle together for a moment.
It took Mylo over half an hour to soothe Ronanâs agitation and encourage him to listen attentively.
âWhat has Nathan done to you these past two days? Why have you been ensnared once again?â Mylo inquired.
Observing the myriad wounds adorning Ronanâs body, Myloâs voice softened with concern.
Ronan sobbed, âDad, I never made it onto the cargo ship.
Larry caught me at the dock, and I couldnât escape, so I jumped into the water.
They pulled me out, handcuffed me, and then took me in a car to the National Security Bureau.
â
He swallowed hard, his throat dry with fear.
Recalling his ordeal, he trembled uncontrollably.
âDad, the prison was filled with ruthless thugs.
They harassed and beat me every few hours.
They complained about the blood on my body and forced me to sleep in the filthy bathroom.
Iâm losing my mind, Dad! Please, help me! I canât bear to go back! Theyâll kill me! Please, Dad!â
Mylo comforted him, patting his back reassuringly.
âI wonât let them send you back.
Iâll rescue you and ensure you live a stable and prosperous life again.
â
The promise of stability and wealth ignited a spark of hope in Ronanâs heart.
What he once dismissed now seemed Like an extravagant dream.
Ronan seethed with fury.