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Chapter 190
Nash sighed heavily, his tone calm but loaded with authority. “Let’s sit down and talk. I hope you can tell us the truth. Otherwise, Jade and Henderson will also be implicated for helping you.”
The weight of Nash’s words hung in the air like a looming storm. If Jade and Henderson were implicated, their involvement would come under scrutiny, and everything tied to them would be exposed. Jade’s role in severing Wesley’s ties to the family had kept him under the radar, but if the truth came out, it would drag them all into a dark web of consequences.
The old man, Walker, nodded somberly, tears welling in his eyes. “It’s rather noisy in the restaurant. Let’s talk at my house.”
Without another word, Walker led them into the modest living room of the house he was renting. The space was small but homey, with worn furniture and a few flickering lights. The backyard of the restaurant, which was also their front yard, was a reminder of the humble life they led.
Walker scurried about, pouring water for everyone, trying to maintain a semblance of normalcy amidst the tension that hung in the air.
Nash glanced at Kale, still restrained by handcuffs. “Captain Holt, why don’t you uncuff him?”
Jupiter hesitated, eyeing Kale warily. “This kid practices—”
Nash cut him off with a smile. “It’s okay, I’ll step in if he tries anything.”
Jupiter, who had heard of Nash’s reputation as a Golden Amulet Master, nodded reluctantly. He took out the key and uncuffed Kale. The moment the cuffs were off, Kale rubbed his wrists, his gaze filled with unspoken defiance. Without warning, he kicked his leg toward Nash, testing him, as if daring the younger man to show his strength.
Nash’s reaction was swift and precise. He struck Kale’s rubber shoes with his palm, and the impact was enough to send Kale flying across the room. The air seemed to crack as Kale’s nearly 100kg frame collided with the old wooden table, smashing it to pieces.
“Kale…” Walker’s voice trembled as he rushed forward, his face pale with worry.
Kale winced in pain, clutching his right foot, the throbbing ache spreading through his leg. His eyes flicked up to Nash, who sat calmly on the sofa as if nothing had happened. The ease with which Nash had dealt with him was horrifying. Kale realized then that the young man in front of him was no ordinary person.
The force behind that strike, the precision—it wasn’t something someone like him could even dream of achieving. His arrogance had been shattered in an instant.
Walker rushed to Kale’s side, concern etched on his face. “Are you okay?”
Kale gritted his teeth, barely containing the pain. “I’m fine.”
With Walker’s help, Kale limped over to the sofa, wincing with each step. Meanwhile, Walker quickly served water to Nash and the others, his hands shaking.
Nash smiled faintly, his demeanor unfazed. “You don’t have to be so polite.”
Walker’s voice was low and somber as he replied, “You’re my guest. Our family isn’t well-off, so we don’t have anything fancy to offer. Just simple food and drink. I hope you’re not offended.”
Jupiter cut in, his voice direct. “Old man, can you contact Wesley now?”
Walker shook his head, his expression darkening. “I can’t get in touch with him. It’s been almost half a year since he returned to Somer. We’ve only seen him three times!”
Angelica’s gaze flicked to Kale, and her tone turned sharp. “Kale, you know where Wesley is hiding, right?”
Kale’s eyes hardened, and he shook his head. “I don’t know!”
Angelica’s voice grew colder, her patience running thin. “If you confess, we’ll go easy on you. If you resist, we’ll be strict. The 50 members of the Lewis family can’t die in vain!”
Walker’s voice cracked with sadness as he implored, “Kale, just tell them what you know. That beast isn’t worthy of your protection.”
Kale’s frustration was palpable as he clenched his fists. “I really don’t know! You’re his father, and you don’t know where he is. How would I know?”
Nash picked up his glass of water, his eyes locked onto Kale. “You were wandering outside the Lewis family’s estate to confuse us, to focus our suspicion on you.”
Kale scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
The glass in Nash’s hand suddenly shattered, the sharp sound breaking the tension in the room. His eyes narrowed, and a cold, deadly intent radiated from him. The air seemed to grow heavier, the pressure mounting on Kale.
Kale froze, his breath caught in his throat as the intensity of Nash’s gaze felt like a physical weight bearing down on him. His chest tightened, and an involuntary shiver ran through him. The crushing force of Nash’s presence left him trembling, unable to breathe freely.
Nash’s eyes never wavered, and for a moment, it felt like the entire room had become an execution chamber. Kale realized, with growing horror, that Nash wasn’t just a man with power—he was a force that could shatter anything in his path.
As the pressure mounted, Kale’s resolve cracked, and for the first time, he questioned the limits of his own strength.