Unbeknownst to him, as his attention wavered, Mylo stealthily retrieved a dagger from somewhere, his eyes gleaming with murderous intent!
In the dim light of the cell, the glint of the daggerâs cold steel was particularly menacing.
Myloâs grip tightened around the hilt, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
Then he lunged, aiming to stab Nathanâs side.
The blade sliced through the air and was about to pierce Nathanâs military uniform.
Mylo could already picture Nathanâs blood splashing on the wall and floor in a gory display of his triumph.
But the daggerâs trajectory was stopped at the very last second.
Nathan grabbed Myloâs wrist in a death grip so tight that he could barely move his entire arm.
âMylo,â Nathan said slowly in a cold and dangerous voice.
âHow dare you try to harm me on my own turf? Are you trying to court your own death?â
They stared at each other for a few seconds.
Then Mylo threw his head back and laughed.
âRight! Even if I kill you, I canât just waltz out of the National Security Bureau, can I?â
Nathanâs brows furrowed.
He added pressure on Myloâs wrist until his hold on the dagger loosened, then he snatched the weapon away.
âYou and I both know you canât kill me.
And even if you somehow manage to incapacitate me, there is no way in hell you would get off scot-free.
So, why did you do this anyway, huh? Did you want this day to be your last?â
Nathan toyed with the dagger before pressing its tip against Myloâs throat.
âYour hostile attitude makes me doubt the authenticity of your previous confession.
â
âI swear, every word I said was true.
If you donât believe me, then by all means, launch an investigation.
At the very least, my claims are far more credible than whatever bullshit your grandfather told mm Mylo sounded sincere, and he didnât appear at all fazed by the tip of the dagger against his neck.
âListen to me, Nathan.
Ronan is far too simple-minded, and at times incredibly stupid.
He is easy to manipulate.
But since he has already been sent away, there is no point in going after him.
Just leave him be.
He wonât be returning to the Payne family.
He wonât cause you any trouble ever again.
â
Nathan pursed his lips.
Mylo was quite earnest, he would give his uncle that.
But he did not respond to Myloâs pleas to let Ronan go.
Nathan sneered, âI suggest that you worry about your own situation before anything else.
You tried to murder me.
This is no small matter.
You could have been held in detention for a few days before being released, but Iâm afraid Iâll have to escalate matters to the Ministry of Justice now.
Worse still, it looks like youâre going to end up in prison.
â
His deep voice seemed to echo around the small cell, and the air grew heavy and oppressive.
Nathan added, âAs for whether I would go after Ronan⦠Well, it all comes down to whether you confessed the truth or not.
â
With that, Nathan released Mylo and strode to the door without a backward glance.
âNathan!â Mylo frantically called out, sounding like a helpless, old father.
âI am at your disposal.
I can take whatever punishment in Ronanâs stead.
Donât come after him anymore.
â
That made Nathan stop in his tracks.
He c@@ked his head to the side and contemplated the offer.
He still said nothing, though, and left after a moment had passed.
Nathan stared at the dagger in his hand as he walked through the passage.
He had never felt a parentâs love in all his life-not his fatherâs or his motherâs.
The only key figure he could recall from his childhood was Norton.
Would a father really do something so absurd for his child? Would he willingly sacrifice himself to ensure his sonâs safety?
And something about the daggerâs presence was not quite right.
Mylo had been frisked before he was locked up.
He couldnât have had the weapon in his person then.
The only plausible explanation was that the dagger was given to him by the same person who had sneaked Ronan out of the building.