Chapter 929
929 Living a Nightmare
When Wynter entered the room, Wyatt
Wyatt was drinking water. His hand froze when he saw Wynter.
Wynter said calmly, “You think all the evidence is gone, but it’s all there.
“And about your grandpa’s military merit you mentioned, there’s something he must not have told you. A lot of educators were taken away at that time. I was the one who brought them back.”
She continued nonchalantly, “One of the few things I regret is not taking a closer look at your grandpa’s face. Don’t worry. Your whole family will soon be reunited in hell,”
“What do you mean?” Wyatt stood up abruptly, yanking at his handcuffs.
Wynter turned off a nearby video recorder. “Your grandpa and your dad will be sentenced to death. Don’t you think you should join them? If you don’t want
Join them, that’s fine, too.”
Her gaze fell on his face. “You’re quite clever. You know that given your age, you can’t be sentenced to death. But truth be told, I think death is too light a punishment for you.”
Wynter glanced sideways toward a corner of the room. “So, I suggested to Dulcie that you should experience the same fear she once felt.”
When w
stayed still, Wyatt didn’t feel the chill on his back. Seeing her eyes glancing at the corner, he quickly turned to look behind him.
Out of nowhere, he seemed to see a small, shadowy figure standing there, staring at him with a gloomy expression. Its head was almost touching his back
Wyatt hurriedly stepped back. As a result, he banged into the corner of the table with a loud thud.
He wasn’t mistaken. It was Dulcie. She was still wearing the wrinkled clothes she had worn when they bullied her. Her eyes were vacant, and her pupils were missing.
Wyatt trembled all over, shouting. “Is anyone there? There’s a ghost! A ghost!”
There was no response. Although the window was clear, the people outside seemed oblivious to the scene inside.
Desperate, Wyatt could only look at Wynter.
Wynter had set up this formation to avoid interruptions, so she wouldn’t help him.
Wyatt crawled on the ground with tears streaming down his face.
Wynter looked down at him , saying, “You do look pretty good. Like you said, you’re rich and good–looking. The people who’ve been in prison for a long time love delicate scions like you.
“Don’t worry. You won’t be sentenced to death. I’ll arrange a place for you. You’ll live a nightmare every day.
“Your two little buddies will also join you in prison. Let’s see who becomes more popular.”
929 Living a Nightmare
After saying that, Wynter put away the copper coin and turned the recorder back on.
Only then did Wyatt seem to grasp what her words meant.
He shouted, “Kill me! Just kill me! Grandpa, save me!”
The interrogators were puzzled by the situation, but they guessed that Wynter had said something to him.
But since everything Wynter did was within permissible bounds and there was no physical contact with Wyatt, they couldn’t say anything.
Wyatt clutched one of the interrogators‘ shirts. “I want to see my grandpa!”
“It’s too late now.” The interrogator shook his head. “Take him away and lock him up until the first trial.” Hearing the words “lock him up“, Wyatt broke down completely. “No! Don’t! Kill me! Just kill me!”
The interrogators exchanged glances. Since Wyatt arrived, this was the first time he seemed genuinely
afraid.
They didn’t know what Wynter had said, but Dalton, who had been quietly providing clues , could guess everything perfectly.