The servants and bodyguards nodded in fear.
*
Mekhi was placed in confinement, just two rooms away from Kyson.
Following Mekhiâs placement, Nathan and Sonny made their way to see Kyson.
The heavy door swung open, revealing Kyson seated on the cozy bed, cross-legged, and tending to the wounds on his arms.
His strong arms were marred by scars stained with dried blood, blending with older scars.
His once beautiful arms now bore ghastly wounds.
As Nathan and Sonny entered, he raised his calm blue eyes and continued to tend to his arms with an air of nonchalance.
âYouâre here early.
Has Mekhi been apprehended?â Kyson inquired.
Nathan affirmed with a nod.
Kyson wore a sly smile.
âIf youâve caught him, why do you look so serious? We should give him a sound beating with those rattan sticks and break at least five of them.
â
Nathan maintained a stern silence.
Sonny clarified, âMrs.
Shaw has passed away.
Mekhi just lost his mother.
We canât subject him to torture at a time like this, out of compassion.
â
Kysonâs hand paused in its movements, and he halted the application of the medicine.
âHis mother is dead? What happened?â
Nathan and Sonny exchanged a knowing glance.
Eventually, Sonny sighed and explained to Kyson, âSomething happened to the Shaw family.
Mrs.
Shaw was discovered dead in her room this morning.
Ruling out suicide and natural causes, Mekhi has his suspicions.
He claimed you poisoned Mrs.
Shaw on the day you took the key to the top floor.
â
Kyson chuckled and said, âHeâs making false accusations.
It appears he suspects that his deeds are about to be unveiled, and heâs trying to implicate me as he nears his own demise.
â
Sonny retorted with a hint of sarcasm, âHeâs not planning to die.
Iâve gathered all the evidence today, and heâs trying to get rid of it.
â
While the two of them engaged in conversation, Nathan remained silent, leaning against the back of a chair.
Kyson shook his head with a scornful grin, then turned his gaze towards Nathan.
âDo you believe him?â
Nathan raised his head and turned to him coldly.
âI believe in the evidence.
I wonât show favoritism, do you an injustice, or let you become the scapegoat.
â
âAlright, thatâs okay.
I donât feel guilty for things I havenât done,â