Chapter 146 Worthless Woman

The interrogation room was a cold, damp room located in the basement. Just four bare walls behind a thick, steel, door.

The man who had been captured was in his mid-thirties. He had a broad face, thick nose and short, dark, hair. Judging by the condition of his face, he had been beaten up badly by the guards, before being brought down here.

He was now seated on a steel chair in the middle of the room with his hands cuffed from behind. Standing right in front of him was Ziv.

Leaning against the wall in the corner was Charles. His face was shrouded by shadows, yet the tone of his voice could not hide his intentions.

“Who sent you here?”

The man refused to speak so Charles made a gesture to Ziv who landed a punch on the detainees face. The loud smacking sound vertebrate on the cold walls while a thin red line of blood came trickling down from one of the nostrils.

Ziv was going to kick him next but a piece of seawater materialized in front of his eyes. It covered the man like a cocoon and made the lower part of his body turn into a fish.

With a move of his hand, Charles made the seawater take the form of a sphere that shot through the room to land in his palm.

“He doesn’t want to talk,” said Ziv. “What are we going to do with him?”

“Send him back to the Kingdom of the Sea and hand him over to the Elders,” said Charles. Then he shook his fist and the water sphere shot out of his hand and slammed against the wall. The impact was so hard it created a mini crater.

He left the dungeon and returned to his room where he called for Roy. Maybe he could shed some light concerning the motivations of this mysterious attack.

“How could the Young Master hire our men as assassins and send them against us? I find that pretty appalling!” said Roy with a dose of true lament in his voice.

“He has been a guardian to the Kingdom for over fifty years. No wonder so many of the men are willing to die for him.”

“Forgive me for saying so, but maybe my Lord ought to have told him the truth.”

Charles’s eyes flashed with intense fury for a second upon hearing such words. However, his voice remained calm.

“I hope you have not forgotten that I saved you from the Kingdom of the Sea.”

“Roy shall always remember my Lord’s kindness for the rest of his life.”

“It is good for you to keep remembering. Only the two of us can know the truth. If anyone else finds out I shall put you to death.”

“Roy understands this.”

Charles gestured him to get out of the room.

“Go search for evidence,” he ordered as he walked, “I need some solid proof before I send him back to the Underwater Kingdom.”

“Yes, Lord,” said Roy and made a move to the door.

“One more thing…”

“My Lord.”

“I need to teach a lesson to Nick Williams. Kill all of his horses and have one of their heads delivered to his bed while he’s sleeping. Remember, it must be the head of his favorite horse.”

“Yes, Lord.”

If Nick was sending assassination squads in the middle of the night then Charles ought to send something back in return! This would teach him that Charles could not be murdered so easily but he could take away anytime what Nick loved on this Earth.

When Charles returned to his quarters, he paused for a second outside Bella’s bedroom before returning to his room. He took a shower and afterwards poured himself a glass of whiskey. After everything he had been through the last few hours, he deserved to relax.

He laid back on the couch made of soft leather, stretched out his legs over the ottoman, and began thinking about Bella.

She had proven that she was able to take risks, yet she was afraid of death and pain. He knew this pretty well. Every time she was disobedient, he would inflict pain on her to make her behave in a more obedient manner.

For the second time after that car accident, Bella had protected him in the face of danger with complete disregard to her own well-being.

He wondered whether this was a display of the human trait known as love.

He closed his eyes slowly and tried to imagine what she was doing in her room now.

She was lying asleep on her bed in a fetal position, her eyes were trembling and a strange noise was coming from her mouth. Upon closer observation, she was grinding her teeth nervously as if she was having a nightmare.

“Have you ever loved me?”

She suddenly jumped up from her sleep while Charles simultaneously opened his eyes. He had just lost contact with her.

His hand reached out to the nightstand for a glass of red wine. The color reminded him of Bella’s blood pouring out of the open wound.

He brought it to his lips and gulped down swiftly the contents of the glass.

Bella turned her head around and her eyes searched the room in search of the mysterious presence that disturbed her sleep.

Nobody was there!

Bella took a deep breath. She must have been upset by the gunfight, and now she felt that she was being spied upon.

The moonlight shining softly through the thin curtains gently stroked her face. The calmness of the moment made it seem as if the gun shooting had not been existed a few hours before.

Despite this, she could not stop herself from thinking about that mysterious, floating chunk of water. What was its significance? She needed to find out.

The next morning as Bella was about to get up from bed , the door opened and Charles stormed into the room holding a tray with bottles of disinfectants and rolls of gauze.

Before she had the chance to ask what was going on, he informed her of the reason behind his sudden intrusion.

“We’ll need to clean your wound and change bandages.”

“Where is Aunt Elsa?”

“I think she is getting too old for this kind of thing. Why don’t you let me take care of you?”

“All right,” she said and sat on the edge of the bed to allow him to do his job.

She let her nightgown slide down to expose her shoulder and Charles began to remove the bandage.

“Cry out if you feel any pain,” said Charles.

However hard he had tried to handle carefully the wound, he couldn’t prevent Bella from shaking constantly. The truth was that he had no experience in this sort of thing but he was too proud to admit it.

Last night she could bear all the pain because she had been injected with some kind of painkiller. Unlike now, where every step of the process was so painful it made her want to cry.

However, she did not cry and did not make a sound.

She knew pretty well that in Charles’s eyes she was worthless.