Marrying the Ugly Heir for Truth and Wealth

Chapter 577 Agonizing

At that moment, Nathaniel seemed terrifying. However, in Christina's eyes, he was no different from a

paper tiger.

She was aware that, without Nathaniel's permission, she wouldn't be able to meet Miranda, no matter

what.

As Nathaniel removed his coat and draped it on Christina's body, she stuffed her frigid hands into his

waist with a grin. “Why are you scaring her? If you frighten her, where will you find a wife for

Sebastian?”

Sebastian, who was crossing the threshold, almost slipped and fell.

Just as he was about to provide an explanation, he turned around and saw the couple hugging each

other lovingly. Hence, he went toa quiet spot for a smoke instead.

Unkindly, Nathaniel remarked, “Instead of paying attention to other people, you should worry about

yourself first. I won't be so nice this time after you left the hospital behind my back.”

Miranda wasn't an important figure, so he didn't assign many bodyguards to watch over her.

The old residential area was about to be demolished, so all residents in the area had relocated

somewhere else. Thus, there would rarely be anyone there.

It was still unknown whether Miranda was acting on someone else's order, so any accident could

happen next.

Upon learning Christina was in the slum, Nathaniel immediately abandoned his heavy workload to pick

her up himself.

He thought he should secretly assign a few bodyguards to her, whether she wanted to or not.

Guiltily, Christina replied, “The longer this matter drags out, the more unfavorable the situation will

become to Mom and me. Besides, I didn't come here alone. I brought Victoria with me, and she's pretty

good at fighting. She can protect me.”

Nathaniel scoffed. “What did you find out?” J know Christina's temper. She won't give up until the

matter is resolved. I'm not angry at her, honestly. Just little annoyed, perhaps, but I'm just glad she's NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

safe.

“I can confirm that Miranda visited my Mom, and it's not just because of Emilia. She's definitely acting

according to someone else's order, but she's very tight-lipped...” Christina proceeded to tell him about

her conversation with Miranda.

Calmly, Nathaniel wrapped Christina's scarf tightly. “Sebastian's quite skilled at interrogation. Let him

handle this while you and I return to the hospital. It's windy here, and the temperature drops during the

afternoon. I don't want to see you getting sick.”

Christina insisted, “Let's wait a little longer. If Miranda still refuses to divulge anything in ten minutes, I'll

go back with you.”

In response, Nathaniel respected her wishes and kept her company in the dilapidated courtyard for a

few minutes.

As expected, Miranda insisted on making a deal with Christina. Otherwise, she wouldn't reveal

anything.

Christina couldn't stand Miranda's bad habit, so she left with Nathaniel and allowed Sebastian to

handle the rest.

After asking someone to bring a chair for him at the entrance, Sebastian sat on it and smoked for a few

hours.

Miranda's nerves were frayed. Additionally, she was tired, hungry, and worried about Emilia's safety. A

few hours later, she was reaching her limit.

“Feel free to do what Christina asked of you! Even if I die, I won't reveal a single thing!” She barked at

Sebastian, who had been staring at her for several hours.

Smirking, Sebastian extinguished the cigarette in his hand by tossing it to the ground and stepping on

it. Then, he stood, spurring the bodyguard behind him to deliver him a phone.

Following that, he squatted and held the phone in front of her. “You may be able to remain stubborn,

but your daughter, Emilia, may not withstand her torment.”

In the video displayed on the screen, Emilia was seen screaming like a maniac while her body was

covered in bruises. She clutched onto the metal railing, trudging toward the field to ask for help with a

deformed face. However, two burly women dragged her back.

The ruthless women ignored Emilia's pleading and forcefully peeled her fingers from the metal railing

one by one.

Emilia's fingers and countenance paled as fear swirled in her eyes as if she had spotted a ghost.

Her every agonizing scream pierced Miranda's heart.

“No! Don't touch my daughter!” exclaimed Miranda heart- wrenchingly.

She pounced toward Sebastian in an attempt to snatch the phone, but Sebastian avoided her touch.

When her face fell flat on the uneven ground, the sharp rocks left laceration wounds on her cheeks. As

though she couldn't feel pain, she begged Sebastian with a sob. “Please, release her!”

The screaming from the phone continued. Sebastian peered at the woman on the ground coldly,

threatening, “I have enough evidence to submit Emilia to a hellish life in prison until the day she dies.

You can remain silent if you want because I also have the ability to investigate the identity of the

mastermind. It’s only a matter of time.” Miranda heaved, like a dog on the verge of drowning.

However, Sebastian continued to rub salt on her wound. “There are people from all walks of life in

prison. Even though it's only been a few hours since Emilia was sent there, she's already reaching her

limit. How long do you think she can last based on her willpower? According to what I observed from

the current situation, I don't think the person you're protecting is coming to save you.”

Miranda’s pupils constricted before she abruptly coughed violently, so much so that she vomited a

mouthful of blood.

Frowning, Sebastian stepped backward. “If this still isn’t enough to persuade you, I have other

measures that I can show you one by one.”

“No! No need! I'll tell you everything you want to know!” Miranda couldn't imagine what horror her

daughter would face next if she refused to spill the beans. I've regretted my decision. I shouldn't have

allowed hatred to manipulate me, and I definitely shouldn't have coveted those benefits! If Emilia dies,

then I've no reason to keep living.

Moments later, she curled her fingers, creating fresh bloody marks in the dirt with her fingertips. With

great effort, she rose and inhaled deeply...

Meanwhile, Nathaniel had safely brought Christina back to the ward. The phone in his pocket vibrated

endlessly, but he ignored it. He personally ordered a meal for Christina and watched her finish the food

before preparing fruits for her. Indeed, he was a shining example of how a good husband should act.

Staring at him, Christina commented, “Your phone has been ringing for a long while. Whoever's trying

to contact you must have an emergency. You should answer it first. I won't go out again”

After Nathaniel tucked her in, he stuffed a cup of warm milk into her hand. “Remember to drink this. I'll

come back and check after the call”

Christina nodded obediently. “Go do your thing”

With the phone in hand, Nathaniel exited the ward. He didn't leave far, and the ward's door was ajar, so

his voice occasionally slipped into the room.

While eating the fruit, Christina gazed at the towering figure outside the door with unbridled affection.

Minutes later, Nathaniel returned with an even grimmer expression. “I've got bad news, Christina.

Miranda's dead”