Chapter 237: Chapter 237
The scissors traced along the wrist, all the way up to the crook of the elbow, with the perfect grasp of depth, avoiding the veins, so the blood only trickled slowly, far from reaching the level of bloodletting.
Elias Sinclair was still leaning back, watching Angus’ actions with interest, showing no sign of dissatisfaction because Angus continued tracing up the man’s arm with the scissors.
At the sternum, there was an incision that transitioned to the other arm. Then, he picked up the tweezers, continuing to pull and widen the already turned-out wound.
The blood from the chest trickled down to the man’s face because he was hanging upside down. Angus picked up a bottle of alcohol and poured it along the man’s gory open flesh, slowly, like pouring wine.
Almost with a howl, the man’s face was covered with blood and bead-like sweat, dripping onto the ground, his lips violently trembling, looking at Elias Sinclair with deep fear.
Clearly, he had undergone all kinds of brutal organizational training and endurance training, but at this moment, under Elias Sinclair’s interrogation, he would rather have died back in the organization.
"Don’t shake; I’m a professional. I won’t let you get infected, nor will I let you die."
"Rest assured, once enough blood has flowed, I’ll sew you up, though it will have to be without anesthesia because I forgot to bring it."
Angus looked apologetically at the man, speeding up the process of washing the wound with alcohol.
"Still not talking?" Elias Sinclair’s cold, deep voice echoed in the room, his handsome face as somber as a king from hell, ruling over life and death, ruthless and emotionless.
Angus, hearing Elias Sinclair’s inquiry, hurriedly placed both hands on the man’s jaw, and with a cracking sound, set his jaw back in place. For origınal chapters go to NoveI(F)ire.net
Clearly, the man’s eyelids twitched, the intense pain and congestion in his brain made him incredibly uncomfortable, gritting his teeth, and after a while, with trembling voice, he said, "Just kill me!"
Elias Sinclair’s eyes and brows had already tightly knitted together, and the speed at which his fingers tapped on the armrest accelerated.
At this moment, an assistant in a gray suit with black-framed glasses opened the door, slightly nodded to Elias Sinclair, and said, "Sir, we found it."
"Speak," Elias Sinclair’s eyes glinted with a layer of frost, cold and merciless as he looked at the man in agony on the ground.
"He’s an assassin who escaped from an international organization, real name Jack Lawson, has a younger brother named Ryan Lawson, adopted by relatives."
Upon hearing his brother’s name, Jack Lawson’s body gave a fierce tremble, and he looked up incredulously at Elias Sinclair.
"He was bought by Freya Caldwell of the Caldwell Family, who also funded the family adopting his brother with three million." The assistant spoke respectfully.
With a slap on the table, Elias Sinclair stood up, his deep eyes already brimming with irrepressible anger.
"Throw him to the hospital," he impatiently glanced at Jack Lawson, then walked out of the basement with long strides, expression cold and clear.
With a group of men in black suits, he headed straight to the Caldwell Family.
"Mr. Sinclair, this, this is?" Mr. Caldwell saw Elias Sinclair surround his house with his henchmen, feeling confused and flustered.
"The Caldwell Group can disappear from now on," the man, impeccably dressed, with a demeanor cold and aloof yet stern, made everyone present at the Caldwell Family terrified.
"Arrest Freya Caldwell and throw her into the underground casino."
Upon hearing this from Elias Sinclair, Mr. Caldwell trembled in fear, rushed forward, and pleaded, "Elias, Elias, don’t be , what did Faye do to offend you? You can’t throw her into such a place."
"Since she dared to send someone to kill the Sinclair Family, she should have the guts to bear the consequences."
"If not to the underground casino, then to court for sentencing." Elias Sinclair slightly lowered his eyes, a dangerous glint flickering in his dark eyes.
"Let me go, let me go, dad, dad, help me, mmm..." Freya Caldwell was dragged down by several henchmen from upstairs, left with only one slipper on her foot, her hair getting messier with her struggle.
Seeing Elias Sinclair frown, one of the henchmen covered Freya Caldwell’s mouth and carried her out to a car.
Mr. Caldwell watched his daughter being taken away like that, his heart pained to no end, yet there was nothing he could do. Who told her to attempt murder, and of the Sinclair Family at that.
Besides heartache and sorrow, Mr. Caldwell’s heart was full of regret and self-blame.
Why didn’t he properly teach Freya Caldwell, did she not know that murder is illegal? Did she have no conscience at all?
Everything is ruined, everything about the Caldwell Family is ruined...
Mr. Caldwell collapsed onto the sofa, utterly dejected, watching the grand Caldwell Family mansion, two lines of regretful tears already flowing down his cheeks.
Unable to stay in the country any longer, he sold the Caldwell Family mansion to pay off debts and planned to immigrate with Mrs. Caldwell to a small country.
As for Freya Caldwell, whenever Elias Sinclair decides to release her, arrangements will be made for her to join them.
When Elias Sinclair returned home, Quinn Lockwood was already awake.
Upon opening her eyes, Quinn Lockwood noticed she was sleeping in Elias Sinclair’s bed. Although the man’s figure was long gone, the traces and warmth left behind still made Quinn Lockwood’s heart warm.
Was she worried I’d be afraid? Is that why he stayed with me?
Moreover, he really is... becoming more and more different.
To know, Elias Sinclair would never have allowed her to enter his room, let alone sleep in his bed.
More so, he had already accompanied her to sleep more than once.
With ripples in her heart, Quinn Lockwood was about to get up when she heard the door open.
"Awake?" Elias Sinclair was standing at the door, his tightly furrowed brows relaxing instantly upon seeing Quinn Lockwood.
At this moment, Quinn Lockwood’s slightly disheveled hair naturally draped over her shoulders, her pure and elegant appearance without makeup matched with a simple white nightdress, making her seem like a transcendentally elegant fairy.
Her movements froze slightly, Quinn Lockwood seemed a bit nervous, pursing her lips before getting up.
"Uh... didn’t you go to the company?" She slightly raised her eyes to meet the man’s deep gaze and asked.
"I just resolved an important matter. I’ll go to the company after speaking to you." Elias Sinclair paced to Quinn Lockwood, his expression somewhat serious.
Quinn Lockwood tilted her head outside, seeing his seriousness, her heart tightened, immediately thinking that this important matter must be related to her, maybe it was someone trying to kill her last night.
"Sit and talk." Elias Sinclair sat on the sofa, patting the spot beside him, motioning for Quinn Lockwood to join him.
Now, as long as this woman was by his side, he couldn’t help but want her close to him.