CHAPTER 396: 216 CONFESSION

In the darkness of the night, a small sound of electric current suddenly rang out, though it was more the sound of a small dental drill.

The young doctor in a white coat seemed to really be smiling; his eyes curved as he looked at Ava Walker, murmuring softly whether to Ava or to himself, "Hmm, this is my first time drilling a tooth without anesthesia, and we’re not even on the treatment bed now, so there might be a little mistake. Be good and lie still, or I’ll drill a hole in your tongue, and that won’t be good. Come on, cooperate a little, be good..."

This voice sounded as if it was soothing, but in reality, it carried a terrifying chill that made everyone’s hair stand on end.

The masked man’s eyes bent into a smiling crescent suddenly flashed with cold light, and he spoke coolly to the bodyguard, "Aren’t you going to hold her down? How many hands do I have? Can I hold her down and also fix her teeth?"

The bodyguard held Ava Walker down, and the man began to laugh again. His eyes curved like the bright moon in the sky, surprisingly more charming than a woman’s: "It’s okay, don’t be afraid. We drill as painfully as we can..."

The small electric drill in his hand started rotating like a pen.

Ella Johnson was also held down, her struggles futile as she watched the drill move toward her daughter’s mouth.

Ava Walker’s throat released a horrifying gurgling sound as the drill entered her mouth and began drilling into her teeth; it was only then she realized that the world holds a pain more dreadful than being cut open with a knife.

Unimaginable, indescribable...

"Ah..."

"No..." The sharp cries mixed with terrifying gasps seemed to echo in the vast empty warehouse.

Atlas Hallow knew that Ella Johnson would definitely talk.

She would do anything for Ava Walker, and now seeing Ava with her mouth full of blood, she spilled everything.

"No, we didn’t kill that person, really we didn’t. We had nothing to do with Madam Two; we only brought Charlotte Miller there..." Ava Walker’s body started convulsing in pain, she couldn’t even scream, the intense agony making her roll her eyes as if she would die any moment.

Sweat dripped down like rain, soaking her clothes.

The doctor laughingly said, "What do you think? Hurts, doesn’t it? Do you want it to hurt more?" Then, drilling into the tooth exposed the dental nerves, and as the drill lowered further, Ava Walker screamed and shook her head violently. The drill slipped, piercing her cheek and making a small bloody hole.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I already told you not to move." Saying this, a cold light flashed in his eyes, then he grabbed Ava Walker’s long hair and twisted it around his hand, fixing her head to continue his play.

"Master, I already told you, please make him stop. Ava can’t take it anymore..." Ella Johnson cried her heart out; how could her daughter withstand such torment?

"Even if you talk, all it does is save her life. This is what she deserves." Atlas Hallow leisurely spoke, noting the faint scent of blood floating in the air.

Human nature is strange; her daughter can’t endure harm, why would she assume others could?

"Dare to provoke me, you should have known the consequences. This isn’t your first day knowing me; tell me everything about Madam Two, or I’ll have her bones drilled next." Atlas Hallow’s voice turned icily chilling as he said this.

"Drilling bones is a job for a larger drill, and I’m just a dentist — I’d have to look up which bone is more painful to drill." The doctor turned his head, speaking earnestly, upon hearing Atlas Hallow’s words.

"Everything was arranged by Madam Two. We only helped her a little; you should be targeting Madam Two, not holding Ava accountable. People are always numb, always knowing Atlas Hallow is a ruthless man, yet somehow mistakenly thinking because they were part of the Hallow Family, he wouldn’t lay a finger on them. Who would have expected Atlas Hallow to respond this intensely?"

The sound of electric current temporarily stopped in the air, Ava Walker’s face pallid as paper, trembling and moaning.

Ella Johnson elucidated Kinsley Lee’s orchestration to Atlas Hallow, omitting only the conversation in the recording pen, knowing that mentioning it could cost her daughter’s life. These things were left for Kinsley Lee to explain.

"Go ahead and have fun; once finished, throw them into the police station." Atlas Hallow’s gaze darkened with complexity — how did this involve Kinsley Lee?

She had apparently just returned to the country for two days, but Ella Johnson couldn’t have randomly pointed at Kinsley Lee.

It seemed he needed to return to the Hallow Family now.

After killing Hailey Hill and intending to frame Charlotte Miller, what could have pushed Kinsley Lee to such extremes?

Property dispute? Atlas Hallow hadn’t intended to take Amir’s shares, and Amir himself wasn’t inclined to return to Hallow Clan affairs, and it seemed unrelated to these complexities, right?

Kinsley Lee would be more challenging to pry open because Atlas couldn’t resort to extrajudicial measures.

To avoid repercussions, Atlas would need Amir Hallow present to solve it face-to-face.

To imprison Charlotte Miller, she’d be dealt with by her own son.

In chilling eyes, there was no glimmer of light, as if this peaceful yet dangerous dark night.

Across a lifetime, there are countless nights, but this one was special.

Atlas Hallow traversed the night, intending to resolve everything completely. This cleanness was deserved to Charlotte Miller, his mother’s troubles handled by him, and if he couldn’t manage, no complaints about his ruthless actions.

As brothers sharing blood, he retreated first, then applied pressure with severity; Amir should have no objections.

A person daring to touch his woman should have anticipated psychological preparedness, right?

Weren’t relaxing vacations and shopping in Europe joyful? Coming back to commit murder and frame others was courting death.

The car returned to the Hallow Family mansion, in transit Atlas Hallow had already phoned Amir to summon him back.

No matter the fun outside, upon receiving Atlas Hallow’s call, Amir would immediately sober up, knowing Atlas wouldn’t call if not for serious matters.

Returning to the Hallow Family villa just as a faint softness of dawn emerged, the watch on his wrist clearly pointed to five o’clock.

The housekeeper heard the security bell outside, nearly flying off the bed while rushing out and slipping on his black vest, unable to adjust his tie.

Their master seldom returned at this hour, so he peacefully slept, unexpectedly having to get up shortly after.

"Master, do you wish to rest first or should the kitchen prepare breakfast?" At this hour, does one sleep or eat breakfast? The housekeeper asked cautiously.

Atlas Hallow entered the living room, the lights in the hall fully lit as he sat there, clad in black, seemingly absorbing all light sources.

"Bring down the second madam." Atlas Hallow’s voice cut through the morning fog, colder than it.

The housekeeper dared not ask further, hastening upstairs — couldn’t what’s happened wait until dawn?

At the same time, another sleek black sports car drove into the villa, parking at the steps.

Amir Hallow, dressed in a V-neck dark blue sweater and black pants, rushed up the steps into the house.

"What’s going on?" It had to be not about company matters because Atlas Hallow could handle those himself. If his all-capable brother couldn’t, calling Amir wouldn’t help; Atlas himself was less capable.

"Is it something my mom’s done again?" Amir Hallow, observing Atlas’s expression, could somewhat guess it concerned his mother.

"She’ll be down soon, ask her yourself." Atlas’s thick lashes closed, concealing a hint of weariness.

Amir felt a lurch within; he’d repeatedly told his mother that he wanted nothing, spending money endlessly, why compete for more joy in watching numbers grow?

If he worked hard like Atlas Hallow, what fun was in life — endless social engagements and meetings, burning holes in the brain? Wasn’t it sufficient to have someone so driven earning for him?

Too much melodrama from watching soap operas, what’s gained by competing? Such actions would lead to fatigue and death.

Feeling irritated inside, hoping his mother hadn’t caused too much trouble, though realizing Atlas wouldn’t have him return at such hours over trivial matters.

"Atlas, what’s your plan? Calling me so early won’t let anyone sleep peacefully?" The elevator door opened and Kinsley Lee emerged in a claret coat, complaining aloud.

She hadn’t noticed the slight tension in the air.