Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

Chapter 207 The Devastating Truth

Nico recomposed himself before continuing, “Mr. Wright was actually… the captain of the Federal

Bureau of Investigation’s Team Fourteen. There was an urgent summon from the Federal Bureau of

Investigation, and they never do this unless there’s something major happening. But Mr. Wright didn’t

want to leave without saying goodbye. He wanted to do one last thing for you, so he requested to

report to the bureau three days later. The injuries he sustained were the punishment he received for

going against orders.”

There was civil conflict at that time. The collapse of a regime would happen at any time, and the

change of power was imminent. It had been a massive incident.

Yet, Maverick had chosen to stay for three more days, even if it meant that he was going to be

punished.

Nico suppressed his heartache and said, “It was thirty whips. He was whipped until he vomited blood,

and in the end, the executioner could not bring himself to continue to do it, so he only whipped Mr.

Wright twenty times.”

Gwendolyn was confused as she looked at the bloody shirt in her hands.

“What kind of whip could make him vomit blood in twenty strikes?”

“It’s not an ordinary whip; it’s a whip with steel wires wrapped around it. The whip has barbs on it, and

even a gentle stroke could make the skin a bloody mess. The executioner had not shown him any

mercy as every time the whip struck him, it went deep into his flesh. Mr. Wright barely had any spots for

the executioner to strike because of his burns, so the last five strikes had been on his lower back…”

Nico trailed off, unable to continue anymore.

He was livid and heartbroken.

Gwendolyn did not dare to imagine what the scene was like. Even hearing about it was making her feel

the pain.

His back was already covered in wounds, so how did he withstand such a severe punishment? No

wonder things went south for him this time. He went to kill for me despite his grievous injuries. Did he

not think about how he might die?

Her throat tightened, and she gripped the blood-soaked shirt until her knuckles went white.

Nonetheless, Nico was right in front of her, so she forced her tears away.

On the other hand, Nico felt bad for his boss when he saw no tears from Gwendolyn despite telling her

the truth.

He’s so unlucky to have fallen for such a ruthless woman.

Alas, he was merely a subordinate and an outsider to the incident, so he had no right to comment on

Gwendolyn’s reaction.

After a sigh, he said with as much calm as he could muster, “To be honest, I’m here to say goodbye to

you. I’ll be leaving. I’m Mr. Wright’s subordinate, and now that he’s gone, I’m going to have to work for

another boss. I’m afraid… I won’t come back to Fairlake anymore. Take care of yourself.”

Gwendolyn merely stared at him in silence.

Lowering his sorrow-filled eyes, Nico then turned to walk toward the exit. However, he only took two

steps before a wave of resentment surged in his chest.

“No one knows how to love another the moment they’re born. Mr. Wright thought he was indebted to

Natasha, so he forced himself to like her. Yet, unbeknownst to him, he had already fallen in love with

you during your three-year marriage. Noah used him during your plane incident without Mr. Wright’s

knowledge. Even while being pursued by Mr. Asher, he searched for you for half a month. In the end,

you sought revenge on him, humiliating and tormenting him. Despite that, every time you were in

danger, he risked his life to save you. He never uttered a complaint, even when you hurt or tormented

him. He set aside his own dignity as a man to atone for his mistakes. Do you really not… feel anything

at all after all that?”

Nico’s words stabbed her heart like daggers.

The agony was so intense she felt it in her bones.

Her teeth had left bloody marks on her lower lip as overwhelming guilt and self-blame threatened to

drown her.

“I’m… sorry…”

Her voice was hoarse when she squeezed out those words.

Another sigh escaped Nico, and he tucked away the emotions in his eyes before heading out, closing

the door behind him.

Once he was gone, Gwendolyn hugged the bloody shirt as tears rolled uncontrollably down her cheeks.

Her bawls filled the room.

All of a sudden, the memory of the day they came back from the abandoned factory flashed in her

mind.

Back then, he had sat with a stiff spine in the car. It was then that she realized he was hurting so much

that he did not dare to lean back on the car seat.

When he went up the stairs, he had been taking slow steps while holding onto the handrail. His back

had been injured, so she was certain every step he took was painful.

For the first time ever, he did not cook right away. He had said he was tired, and Gwendolyn finally

realized that he must have been at his limits.

She hammered her chest in remorse. Every tear that fell onto the ground spoke of her heartache and

desolation.

God… If it wasn’t agonizing, he wouldn’t have slipped up so much, but I never once noticed it…

That night, he had squeezed himself into her arms despite his pain, seeking her warmth.

And yet, what did she do?

Not only did she coldly shove him away, but she even uttered upsetting words to him.