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After a while, Sheena shook her sore wrists. She never expected that taking a bath could be so

exhausting.

Her entire body was soaked. Not only did she need to wash Elliot, but herself too!

Suppressing her frustration, she helped Elliot out of the bathtub. After drying him off, she set him onto the dry tiles and tossed his robe into his face.

“Put it on yourself!”

Elliot remained motionless, letting the robe slip off his face and fall to the floor.

“My arms are weak, and my hands hurt,” he complained, unable to dress himself.

Sheena glared at his delicate appearance, gritted her teeth, and felt her anger escalating,

Who was pushing whose buttons now?

Faced with his continuous display of misery and attempts to test her limits, she gave him a fierce look.

“You have one minute. Pick it up and put it on immediately. After that, get a clean robe for me. If you dare to exceed the allocated time, I’ll make you recall the taste of our last rule–setting session! Also, I’ll permanently cancel the nighttime medicine service!”

Elliot became nervous. Suddenly, his knees felt painful, and his hands hurt even more.

Moreover, she was canceling the medicine service?

No, that was unacceptable!

Sheena continued to rub her body, heartlessly counting down, “You have fifty–eight seconds left!”

He shuddered, quickly bent down to pick up the robe, expertly fastened it, opened the door, put on his slippers, and sprinted to the adjacent wardrobe.

In no time, he grabbed a clean women’s robe.

“Ten, nine, eight…

Sheena’s countdown echoed in the bathroom, sounding like an emotionless timekeeping machine. As she reached the last second, Elliot precisely hung the robe on the bathroom rack.

Sheena glanced at him mockingly. “Well, it seems you have quite a lot of potential when push comes. to shove!”

Elliot remained silent.

That night, all his little schemes had been unraveled by Sheena!

Nothing had worked out!

He felt extremely annoyed and slammed the bathroom door shut as if venting all his frustration onto

the door.

Sheena gazed at the immature man sulking behind the door, chuckled, and sighed with a helpless look in her eyes.

Winter arrived two days later.

Svelton was covered in dark clouds, and the air was misty. Soon enough, rain began to fall.

The cold wind, mixed with drizzle, brought the temperature down by dozens of degrees.

Walking on the streets, one could feel the shivers of the freezing weather. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

The massive iron gate of the high–security prison slowly creaked open, emitting a dull

groan.

Nathaniel changed out of his prison uniform, now wearing a crisp but thin white shirt. He carried a black bag containing the few clothes he had when he entered prison.

Walking slowly, he was pushed out of the prison gate by the guards.

“Treasure the opportunity you’ve got for parole. When you go out, start anew and be a decent person!

Nathaniel staggered a few steps and suddenly raised his head to look at the gloomy sky, letting the icy

rain fall on his face.

The once rugged and weathered face gradually revealed a hint of a smile.

Start anew?

Yes, this would be his brand–new beginning!

Suddenly, a black van pulled up from the end of the street and stopped in front of him.

John and Sawyer got out without saying a word, covering his mouth and forcibly shoving him into the

back seat of the van.