Mr. Sterling, Mrs. Sterling is Multifaceted!-Chapter 282: The Last Day

Yes, he had to fill his stomach first.

It seemed like someone distributed food earlier.

Ethan Sterling fumbled around him a few times and found a small piece of bread, the remnants from the chaos earlier when everyone scrambled for food.

Ethan quickly clutched it in his hand, quietly picked up the bread, and put it to his mouth.

Before he could open his mouth, a strong stench hit his nose. Fortunately, his stomach was empty; otherwise, he would’ve vomited immediately.

"..."

Ethan clenched his fingers, almost forcing himself to open his mouth and put the piece of bread in his mouth. He didn’t even dare chew, just desperately swallowed it down.

The nauseating feeling immediately surged up, and Ethan swallowed hard to suppress it.

In the darkness, his amber eyes emitted a demonic light, and the upward slant at the corner of his eyes revealed an evil aura, a symbol of the Hell Messenger.

...

It was Seraphina Redgrave’s third day at The Directorate. Miles Harrington was almost at his limit.

The opposition in the country was growing louder, and even the tycoons and officials who practically lived at The Presidential Palace were constantly pressuring him.

Ironically, the time spent at The Directorate brought Miles Harrington a bit of peace.

A subordinate stood respectfully on one side with a white tray. Inside the transparent small box were six pills, today’s dosage.

Seraphina Redgrave was like an object, pulled violently. Her head hung low, and her limbs were limp. If it weren’t for the support of four iron chains, she would’ve already slumped to the ground.

The person in the middle had a face as white as a corpse, not having washed for two days, her sweat made her body sticky, and her seaweed-like hair was now tangled and unrecognizable.

Her clear eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, somewhat cloudy.

A short-haired English cat walked back and forth around her feet, occasionally rubbing its head against her, trying to comfort its suffering owner.

"Why do you still hold on like this?"

Miles Harrington sat on a chair his subordinate brought over, wiping his eyes, and sighed softly.

This sigh, it’s unclear whether it was for himself or for Seraphina Redgrave.

"..."

Seraphina had nothing to say.

She was so tired that she didn’t even want to move her lips. Just a slight hand movement caused her such pain that she had to take a long time to recover.

When sleep becomes a luxury, one is indeed at the end of their rope.

The Directorate is truly a place specialized for interrogating special hostile elements, with endless means of torture.

Seraphina Redgrave just wanted to die now, to end it all. But she still remembered she bore the future of Veridian Isle on her shoulders.

"Seraphina Redgrave, do you hate me?"

Miles Harrington asked seriously.

He knew in his heart that the crimes of Seraphina Redgrave were incomparable to other criminals, yet he used the cruelest methods against her.

Hearing this question, Seraphina painfully lifted her head, her throat dry as if it were smoking. Just pulling her lips caused small beads of blood to appear, "If I turn into a vengeful ghost, someone will want revenge. As for you, if it’s on the way, I’ll take you with me."

"?"

What a thing to say.

How did he become something to take along?

Seraphina didn’t say whether she hated him or not, only responded with this sentence.

Miles Harrington felt a bit distressed, put his glasses back on, and with a sharp gaze, scanned Seraphina Redgrave’s face, "Do you have any requests? I’ll try to meet them. You’ll have to take the medication later."

"I want candy."

Seraphina was not shy.

Nathan Ayers had previously brought a big jar of candies, on Ethan Sterling’s orders.

"Give her the candy."

Miles Harrington instructed his subordinate, then turned and left.

As he walked out of the cell, he couldn’t help but pull his casual jacket tighter around him.

It was a bit cold outside.

After passing through the long corridor, a neatly dressed butler walked over, respectfully following behind him, "Mr. President, did she still not confess?"

If she doesn’t give an explanation soon, the people outside are really going to lose it.

"No, she didn’t confess." Miles Harrington thought for a moment, then said, "Since Seraphina Redgrave won’t plead guilty, we can only add these crimes against her — throat-slitting murder, illicit meetings with Veridian Isle fugitives, maliciously inciting public sentiment, etc. Only this will quell the rumors outside, convincing the public and the tycoons that the secrets about Veridian Isle were just her speaking out of turn to save her life."

Otherwise, if everyone comes to him to solve it, what can he do?

Miles Harrington added, "The students from The Defiance Society should also be used well; let them confess to Seraphina Redgrave’s crimes. This would be more convincing than our words and would settle the dispute as quickly as possible."

"Understood."

The butler nodded, "And the tycoons and officials..."

Not mentioning them was fine, but as soon as they were brought up, Miles Harrington felt a headache. He pressed between his brows, then said, "Just tell them, Seraphina Redgrave doesn’t have evidence about the Veridian Isle secrets. She only knows a little bit and said those words during her speech to save her life."

"But what if the tycoons don’t believe it?"

The butler still had some concerns. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"Personally, I’d still prefer to believe Seraphina Redgrave. She said she could keep Country Z stable for three years, and I’m sure she can. If so, what are they still making a fuss about? By that time, it won’t be my concern anymore."

He trusted Seraphina Redgrave, though he couldn’t explain where this trust came from.

"Mr. President, you..." The butler didn’t quite understand what Miles Harrington meant by it not being his concern anymore.

"Once Ethan Sterling returns, I might have to step down from the presidency." Miles Harrington sighed slightly.

So, why care about what happens afterward? It wouldn’t affect him anyhow.

"..."

The butler said nothing, clearly sensing that the president was driven to distraction by this Seraphina Redgrave.

...

Before the final judgment came down, Seraphina Redgrave endured another seven hours of torture, passing out several times.

Finally, when the medication’s effect wore off, the staff loosened the iron shackles. She couldn’t control herself and fell to the ground, lifeless, with large patches of brown bloodstains on her palms.

Her eyes were lost.

Even breathing felt painful.

"Meow..."

Bambi lay on her head, whining sorrowfully.

Next, Seraphina Redgrave was lifted like a sack by several uniformed people and placed in front of an interrogation table.

One of them looked at her in disbelief, "I have to say, you’re the bravest, most enduring woman I’ve ever seen. No, even men don’t endure as well as you."

Another picked up the conversation, "Alright, your suffering is almost over. We won’t make you take the medication again. You just need to obediently sign and press your fingerprint, and it will all be over."

"..."

Seraphina really had no strength to speak. She looked down and vaguely saw a white document laid out before her, with the words "Judgment Book" written prominently at the top.