âGuard!â
A bodyguards promptly entered and responded with respect, âSir?â
Pointing to the newly soaked vines, Mekhi issued a cold command, âContinue striking him until he confesses.
â
âYes, sir.
â
Kyson put his hands on the floor.
He was dizzy and shivered instinctively as he saw the bodyguard beside him wielding a vine.
âMekhi, even if you beat me to my death, I wonât confess to something I havenât done.
â
âIt means little if youâre truly innocent! I canât afford the risk of letting go of you.
â With a disdainful smirk, Mekhi brought out a sharp dagger and hurled it at Kyson.
âSince youâre so insistent on your innocence, prove it.
End your own life, and Iâll believe youâre innocent.
â
Kyson stared at the dagger, slowly picked it up, and grasped the hilt tightly.
âNo! Please spare him.
Heâs in a terrible s
tate.
Despite your brutal whipping, he maintains his innocence.
I truly believe heâs telling the truth.
â
Sallyâs eyes welled with tears as she clung to Kyson to stop him from killing himself.
Mekhi let out a contemptuous snort.
âYou donât know him.
Heâs been through Secret Investigation Departmentâs training.
Extracting information from him wonât be easy.
I must be cruel.
â
âPlease, Mekhi! Kyson tends to go to extremes.
If he didnât do it, he would truly kill himself to prove his innocence.
I donât want him to face such a dire consequence.
Despite having different mothers, we are family.
Please, donât be excessively harsh on him,â she pleaded tearfully.
Seeing the wounds on Kysonâs back up close intensified her shock.
Seeing Kysonâs potential self-harm, Shiloh swiftly intervened, âSir, spare Kyson.
It might be a mere coincidenceâ¦â
âCoincidence?â Mekhi narrowed his sharp eyes and said, âYouâve always been careful with the top floor key.
Itâs either you lost it due to carelessness, or Kyson stole it.
â
âWellâ¦â
Shiloh found himself in a dilemma.
Admitting negligence meant that Mekhi would hold him accountable for the lost key.
And he was too old to endure the beating.
Mekhi shifted his gaze back to the battered Kyson.
Sally tightly embraced him, preventing the bodyguard from further beating him.
Her cries resonated with despair.
âKyson, return the key and the stolen medicine, and Iâll show mercy this time,â Mekhi declared.
âKyson, if you indeed took them, give them to him.
Else, heâll beat you to death today!â Sally pleaded.
Kyson forced a bitter smile.
He felt sharp pain as cold sweat dripped from his chin to form pools on the floor.
How could he surrender something no longer in his possession?
Admitting guilt certainly meant death.