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Chapter 79
Chapter 79
Chapter 79 Imprisonment
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During her three–year stint in prison, Freya found herself repeatedly grappling with one question: Why didn’t Nathaniel believe me? Yet, she no longer sought his trust. “I pushed her down because I was envious of the way you treated Abigail. All I wanted was for you to treat me with the same kindness,” she confessed softly. “I lured her to the villa and pushed her down! Yes, I pushed her, and she broke her hand. In truth, I wished to snap her neck.” A chilling grin spread across Freya’s face. Nathaniel’s heart plummeted at the sight of her smile. He rose abruptly. Freya watched him, her gaze patient, as if bracing herself for another round of punishment. Nathaniel found himself unable to face her, or more accurately, unable to face himself. Yet, Freya had backed him into a corner, and he was compelled to protect her. She was his, in life or death.
Taking a deep breath, Nathaniel said, “Rest in the hospital for a few days, then relocate to Newport Villa.” Upon hearing this, Freya, who had managed to maintain her composure, broke down. She was terrified, and Nathaniel knew what Newport Villa symbolized for them both. It was once their sanctuary of love, a place they had built together. Now, it was a living nightmare for Freya, a place he intended to confine her. She couldn’t bear the thought of sharing a home with the man who had murdered her father. From the villa’s balcony, she could see the deserted main house of the Gomez family. Freya doubted she could withstand such torment. “Nathaniel! I refuse to go!” she cried out, her voice hoarse with desperation.
A smirk played on his lips. Regardless of her hatred, Nathaniel was determined to keep her close as long as she lived. “You don’t have a say in this, Freya,” he murmured, a thin smile on his face. “I’ve given you too much leeway recently.” Nathaniel seized Freya’s wrists as she clung to the
hospital bed covers. “Freya, you enjoyed a few days of freedom after leaving Red Shift.” He leaned in, his voice icy. “I think it’s time you returned home.” Anger flared in Freya’s eyes as she glared at him. “Behave yourself!” Nathaniel patted her head patronizingly before exiting the room.
Nathaniel planned to change his clothes, descend to the garden, and find a quiet corner to smoke when Koen called. “Mr. Morgan!” “I’m listening!” “Mr. Morgan, I’ve followed your instructions to investigate the women’s prison,” Koen reported in a hushed tone. “New surveillance cameras were installed there a month ago. Some say the old ones were outdated. Some generous donors have helped the prison replace all the cameras, and even the prison supplies have been upgraded.” Nathaniel’s fist tightened as he listened. After a pause, he said, “Someone is trying to hinder our investigation; they don’t want us poking around. We must persist. What happened to the old cameras after the new ones were installed?” Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.
“Track down the installer and question each person involved. If the old cameras were destroyed, find out. I’m not concerned about the time or money it takes. I just want the truth.” “Understood!” Koen could tell from Nathaniel’s tone how seriously he was taking the matter. Meanwhile, Freya lay on the hospital bed, physically exhausted and mentally shattered. She had endured the brutal conditions of prison, the pain of broken ribs, the humiliation and torment of Red Shift. Even when Abigail had broadcast her disgraceful video across the entire network, ma