The person who hurt Lucinda was still unknown, and Tess and Eleanor were still free.
Nathaniel couldnât afford to die yet.
Desperate, he struggled to bring his hand to his lips again.
He was trying to signal to Sonny, who might be nearby.
He repeated the signal over and over, hoping for a response.
This was heard by Leon and Conor, who opened the door to the basement.
âMr.
Roberts, donât bother.
Just reserve your energy.
Mr.
Simmons said heâll let you out once Miss Ross is released from the hospital.
â
They turned to leave immediately.
The basement door was then slammed shut.
The sudden opening of the door earlier had made him cough violently from the cold air that rushed in.
He curled up on the floor, shivering and coughing until his back trembled.
Nathaniel had risked his life to save Lucinda from drowning in the river, and Sonny had been watching from afar, worried.
When Sonny heard Nathanielâs faint and feeble signal, he was furious.
âThese damn bastards!â he swore and rallied his men to storm the Bay Villa.
Leon and Conor struggled to stop them.
But they were no match for Sonnyâs angry mob.
Within minutes, they were beaten to stupor and lay unconscious.
Sonny kicked open the door to the basement.
The sight of Nathaniel lying weak and defenseless on the cold basement floor filled Sonny with boiling anger.
âDamn it! Was this how they treated a person who helped them? I swear I want to kill them!â Sonny cursed.
Larry chimed in, equally furious.
âWhy donât we kill those two bodyguards? Letâs unleash our anger on them!â
Sonny was about to reply when Nathanielâs hand clutched onto his wrist tightly.
His voice was so hoarse from staying quiet for too long and he was too weak to even mutter a word.
But Sonny knew exactly what he meant.
He meant that killing the bodyguards was off-limits.
Sonny paused and then sighed, knowing he had to follow orders.
But they needed to do something to release their pent-up frustration.