Chapter 557\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThatch, if you don\u2019t start talking, you\u2019ll never have the chance to speak again,\u201d Haskell\u2019s voice was as cold and detached as a judge from the underworld, utterly devoid of emotion.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Thatch had been so sure his son would never lay a hand on him. Now, terror consumed him. He suddenly realized that the son who had tolerated his betrayals time and again was gone, replaced by this stranger, this cold, ruthless executioner.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll talk! I\u2019ll talk!\u201d Thatch cried out, his voice choked with despair and pain. \u201cJust promise me, if I tell you everything, you won\u2019t hurt me anymore\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Haskell\u2019s expression remained unchanged, his gaze like chips of ice boring into Thatch.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you really think you\u2019re in a position to negotiate?\u201d he asked, his words shattering Thatch\u2019s last sliver of hope.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Thatch\u2019s face was ashen. He knew beauti\u00a0<\/p>\n
trapped.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not negotiating,\u201d he stammered. \u201cI\u2019m begging you, Haskell. For the simple fact that I am your father, I am begging you to spare my life!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
In that moment, Thatch saw his situation with perfect clarity. He no longer cared about his status or his wealth. All he wanted was to live.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Haskell was silent for a moment. \u201cSpeak.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Not daring to delay any longer, Thatch grit his teeth against the pain. \u201cI gave your brother to a woman, a child trafficker. I specifically told her to sell him as far away as possible, preferably to some remote village in the south. You know how desperate those poor villages are for male heirs. Your brother would have been treated well there.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cTreated well\u201c?\u201d Haskell\u2019s voice was dangerously low, his teeth clenched. \u201cThatch, how dare you. He should have had a life of luxury from the day he was born, and you say he would have been \u2018treated well\u2018?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
At that, Crispin pulled the dagger away from Thatch\u2019s mouth and plunged it straight through the back of his right hand.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHow does that feel?\u201d Haskell asked, his voice laced with cold fury. \u201cI was going to cut out your tongue, but instead, I\u2019ve only pierced your hand. I\u2019m sure you\u2019ll agree that this outcome isn\u2019t so bad.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Thatch could only scream, too consumed by agony to form a reply.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When his screams subsided into whimpers, Haskell continued, \u201cWhich village did you sell him to?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Thatch shook his head, tears streaming down his face. \u201cI honestly don\u2019t know which village the trafficker took him to. They never tell the sellers where the children end up, in case they change their minds and try to get them back.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He wasn\u2019t lying. He truly had no idea.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Haskell looked at his own father as if he were a mortal enemy, his heart filled not with a lack of feeling, but with a tidal wave of hatred.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u05e4\u05d5 1\u00a0<\/p>\n
10:34\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cGive me the trafficker\u2019s information.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAll I know is that people called her Gertrude,\u201d Thatch said, trembling. \u201cShe was a broker of human lives, and she had two large gold teeth. She never stayed in one place for long. She was already in her forties or fifties back then. After twenty years, I don\u2019t know if she\u2019s even still in the business.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He began to plead again. \u201cHaskell, I\u2019ve told you everything I know. Please, can you let me out of here? I promise, I\u2019ll never betray you again. I\u2019ll be a good father to you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Haskell had what he needed. He doubted he could get any more useful information out of Thatch. He gave him one last cold look. \u201cIf I find my brother, and he is safe and unharmed, I will allow you to live out the rest of your days in this asylum with all your limbs intact. But if I can\u2019t find him, you will be crippled, deaf, and mute, and I will send you to a place so horrific you will beg for death every day until it comes.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
40.34<\/p>\n
Hike the nurses reattach his tendone\u201d he instructed Chapin\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cUnderwood Crispin replied\u00a0<\/p>\n
Without another word, Haskell turned to leave\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can\u2019t do this to me Thatch wailed \u201cNo matter what I\u2019ve done, I\u2019m still your father! You can\u2019t raise a hand against your own flesh and blood! People will despise you for it! Your grandfather would never approve..\u00a0<\/p>\n
Just let me go this one time I swear I be a better father! (I make up for all the love you\u2019ve missed\u00a0<\/p>\n
His pleas were answered by the sound of the door clicking shut\u00a0<\/p>\n
Outside, Larissa was leaning against the wail, lecking bared. She squatted down, opened her backpack, and began arranging a collection of strange objects on the floor\u2013the interrogation tools she had prepared She examined each one with an almost artistic appreciation\u00a0<\/p>\n
When she heard the door open, site locked up\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cFinished already?\u201d sive asked, raising an eyebrow\u00a0<\/p>\n
The room was well soundproofed, but she had stil heard the faint echoes of screaming. It seemed Haskell hadn\u2019t held back\u00a0<\/p>\n
Haskell closed the door, his face unreadable. \u201cHe confessed everything once he realized I was semours about crippling him.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Larissa began packing her tools away one by one. \u201cYou should have done this a long time ago Thatch was never a father worthy of your mercy\u00a0<\/p>\n
Haskell grave a bitter smile. \u201cYou\u2019re right. My past mercy only prolonged the danger my brother was\u00a0<\/p>\n
She zipped up her bag and locked of him, \u201cSo, do you have a lead on his whereabouts?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Haswell told then what he had learned from Thatch\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThe Gertrude was already s Back then,\u201d Larissa used 13 help you anvestigate her have a feeling well find a clue about your brother wery soon\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Mackel took her hand, his thumb gently stroking the back of t\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cLarissa, ever susce i mes you, you\u2019ve been the one helping me I feel like I\u2019ve done so little for you in\u00a0<\/p>\n
retur\u00a0<\/p>\n
makes you feel guilty\u201d she said with a playful glint in her eye, you can make up to me with your actions after we find your brother and get marned\u00a0<\/p>\n
Understanding her meaning she\u2019s heart stirred, and he writes 1w You can stunt on s\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 558\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 558\u00a0<\/p>\n
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