Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick)
Chapter 507 Worse Than Death

Charles uttered, "All right. I'll be quick and won't make things difficult for you.”

He turned around and reentered the secret interrogation room.

Under the guidance of two soldiers, he walked through the corridor to the door where Craig was being held.

When the iron door was opened, the first thing Charles saw was a pool of blood. Craig's body was covered in blood, his face pale and drenched in a cold sweat. His hands were hung from hooks on the ceiling of the room. That was a standard method of torture practiced by the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

Charles had known Craig for a long time, and the latter had always appeared stately and arrogant. That was the first time Charles had seen Craig in such a pathetic state.

He would be lying if he said that he wasn't thrilled to take in that sight.

After all, he had never considered himself a saint.

Hearing the approaching footsteps, Craig looked up with much difficulty and snorted weakly. "I anticipated you to come. Charles, do you think you've won?"

Charles also laughed openly. "It's rare to see you suffer, so how could I miss witnessing this scene? Still, I didn't win. It's you who lost first."

Craig's initially unfocused gaze gradually turned sharp as he glared at Charles. "You can gloat for now, but there are still plenty of male descendants from the branches of the Newton family.

Although Lucas is cowardly, I'm certain he will step up if the Newton family were to be handed to a disgraceful illegitimate son like you."

Charles was unfazed. He riveted his deep blue eyes on Craig, intending to etch the sight of the latter's miserable state to his

mind. "When I was seven years old, as both of us enjoyed eating the same dish, Caylie thought I was snatching your food, so she deliberately knocked over the soup, which splashed on my arm. When I was eight years old, because I took one of your pens, Caylie

slapped my palm fifty times when Dad wasn't around. My hand swelled up so much for the subsequent three days that I couldn't hold a pen. When I was twelve, I asked to borrow one of your ponies to play with Gwen, but Caylie framed me for stealing your pony.

You didn't stand up for me. In the end, I was dragged to the ancestral hall and was whipped a hundred times with a cane. I was in such pain I couldn't walk for a week."

Craig listened in silence while gazing at Charles in confusion.

The latter merely sneered and continued, "After Dad passed away,

you, Michael, and I fought to become the head of the family. You arrested Michael for economic fraud, put him behind bars, and deliberately arranged for your men to torture him, causing him to develop a mental illness and take his own life. At the same time, you used your position to transfer me away.

When I came back, you seized a small mistake to punish me in the ancestral hall in an effort to assert your dominance. Also, not long ago, because of the issue with the top floor key, you once again disciplined me, breaking two canes in the process. You should remember all these things, Craig."

As Charles spoke casually, he extended his finger toward Craig's chest and poked at the wound on the man's torso, which was caused by whipping. Craig winced with pain. He waited for the pain to subside before scoffing.

"You're such a grudgeful person, remembering every little incident so clearly."

"That's because all those incidents aren't little to me. Caylie bullied me since we were children. You and she had oppressed me for so many years, and now that she's dead, it's finally my turn to take revenge on her favorite son." Craig narrowed his eyes, keenly interpreting the hint of malicious intent in Charles' words.

"What are you trying to do?"

Charles' deep blue eyes twinkled as he flashed his usual twisted and wicked smile.

"I heard you're seeking death, hoping to be executed, and unwilling to argue against the sentences?"

Craig stared at him in silence. The smile on Charles' countenance grew wider as he intentionally moved closer to the side of Craig's ear and whispered, "I won't let you die so easily. I want you to suffer endless torments as Michael did and cause you to go insane. That should be very satisfying."

"Charles Newton!"

Charles ignored Craig's resentful demeanor and laughed

hysterically, a crazed expression flashing across his eyes.

When Nico finished puffing on his second cigarette, Charles was done with his visit and came out. The latter lowered his gaze, seemingly a little down.

"What's wrong with you? He's been hung up, so don't tell me he still managed to bully you?" Nico asked.

Charles sighed. "It's nothing. I'm just feeling slightly emotional. I didn't expect Craig to be someone like that, cruelly harming his own mother to frame me."

Nico put out his cigarette and nodded in agreement. "There are too many hypocrites in this world. If you don't look beneath their pretense, you won't be able to tell their true nature."

Charles hummed a response, leading the way out of the secret interrogation room. "Let's go back to the Federal Bureau of

Investigation to handle the procedures. I can finally go back to the

Newton residence to have a good rest tonight."

Nico trailed behind him at a leisurely pace. "Indeed. If I keep leaving home early and returning late, the little brat at home will throw a tantrum."

"Are you in a relationship?" Charles chuckled.

"No. I'm just taking care of a young girl. She's so many years younger than me, so I'll wait till she's a little more mature." Judging by Nico's tone, Charles could tell he was interested in her. "That's good. You've been a bachelor for so many years, constantly looking at Cedrick's public display of affection. It's about time you think about getting into a serious relationship." Hearing this, Nico eyed the other man with an odd expression. "At least I'm living with a girl now. You're the real old bachelor here. When are you going to replace someone?"

Charles was stumped. He got into the car without saying a word. Nico hopped into the car as well and persisted, "Seriously, you should replace a wife soon. Otherwise, if you keep showing up in front of Gwendoly while remaining single, even if Cedrick isn't worried, I'll be anxious in Cedrick's stead."

Charles remained quiet.

"Now that you're back, you should settle down and quit causing trouble. Isn't it better if you just be friends with Gwendolyn?" Nico continued.

Annoyed by the incessant nagging, Charles retorted, "I'm interested in the little brat you're caring for. When you gift her to me, I'll be single no more."

"Charles Newton!" Nico raised his voice and almost lost his rag. "How dare you try to snatch my woman? Are you yearning for a beating because you haven't experienced that in a long while?" Charles suppressed his laughter. An amicable atmosphere filled the air inside the car.

Over the past few days, Jennifer had been undergoing treatment in the laboratory.

Ever since they discovered the type of serum she was injected with, Joshua had been able to effectively treat her condition with the right medications.

With continuous treatment, Jennifer's mental state improved significantly. Occasionally, she would even thank Treyton, who had tirelessly taken care of her.

One afternoon, Gwendolyn came to visit Jennifer.

Treyton was lying on a small bed next to Jennifer, intending to take a siesta. Jennifer was also napping.

Gwendolyn tiptoed into the room, sat by Jennifer's bed, and watched her quietly for some time. She's such a pure and kind girl, so why did she have to suffer such torment? Not to mention, her own brother inflicted this tragic fate upon her. Craig is truly inhumane. Gwendolyn held her breath. She grew more upset the more she thought about Jennifer's circumstances. Then, she got to her feet and planned to leave without making a noise.

Unexpectedly, a thin hand reached out and held her palm from behind.

Startled, she turned around and saw Jennifer had woken up. The latter was staring at her with eyes welling up with tears and brimming with emotions.

"Jennifer, you—"

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