I Support You
Once Natalie arrived at the cargo hold, she saw Jacqueline and Marina locked up in two rooms.
The rooms were originally used to store motorboats. However, the boats were now gone, and the rooms
converted into two makeshift prison cells. At first glance, the cells looked decent.
Natalie turned to look at Marina first.
Marina sat in a corner of the cell with her head buried between her knees. She gave no response nor
moved an inch, seemingly asleep.
After gazing at her for a while, Natalie turned away.
Marina was not the main reason she was there, so she did not pay much attention to her.
Instead, she focused her attention on Jacqueline in the neighboring room.
Natalie approached the second room, gazing at Jacqueline through the iron grille door.
Jacqueline was lying on the floor with her eyes closed. Her face was as white as a sheet, and she was
hooked up to an IV drip. It looked like she was practically at death’s door.
Shane narrowed his eyes and asked the two bodyguards standing watch outside Jacqueline’s cell, “What
happened?”
“She had a fever. It was a high fever caused by the pain. The doctor on the cruise ship has already
checked on her,” they replied respectfully.
Ah, so that’s what happened.
Shane waved his hand as acknowledgment while also motioning for the bodyguard to retreat.
The bodyguards stepped aside at once.
Meanwhile, Natalie gazed down at Jacqueline coldly, gloating over the latter’s miserable state.
At that moment, Jacqueline was nothing more than a useless person teetering on the tightrope between
life and death. Watching her lying there, Natalie could not help feeling relieved.
Jacqueline was the one who took Connor away, causing him to end up in a car accident. She was also
the one who picked Sharon up and threw her heavily onto the ground. When I saw Connor and Sharon
lying on the hospital beds, covered in blood, I wished for nothing more than to rip her into a million
pieces. I was never the one who initiated a conflict with her. It was always the other way around. I can
take whatever she throws at me, but she dared to drag two of my children into it and stooped to such
vicious means. That’s why I vowed to make her pay the price for her actions. Now that my wish has
come true, I’m so happy I could cry.
Natalie’s eyes reddened and welled with tears of relief and joy.
“Don’t cry,” Shane murmured as he hugged her from behind.
“I’m not crying. These are tears of happiness.” Natalie reached up and dabbed at her eyes.
Shane chuckled. “Ah, I see. I misspoke. You’re not crying.”
Natalie turned to look at him and asked, “Shane, what are you going to do with Jacqueline? Will you
hand her over to the police or…”
Handing her over to the police will be going too easy on her. I’m going to handle this myself. With my
capabilities, nothing could be simpler than erasing all traces of her existence. Jacqueline killed my
parents, harmed my children, and nearly killed my wife. Handing someone who has committed such
heinous crimes to the police is no different from letting her go free. Someone like her should remain in
my hands, enduring a lifetime of suffering and torture.
As Natalie studied Shane’s expression, she knew he was thinking of taking matters into his own hands
and meting out punishment on Jacqueline. Although her voice of reason told her that was not right, her
emotional response was that he had every right to do so.
After all, Jacqueline had done too many evil and despicable deeds.
I already had the urge to rip her to pieces after what she did to Connor and Sharon, so it isn’t surprising
that he would be out for blood since Jacqueline murdered his parents. That’s only human nature. After
all, it’s only right for one to pay off their debts, more so when that person has taken two lives.
If we hand Jacqueline over to the police, they won’t sentence her to death because she was only ten
years old at the time of the crime. Moreover, she did not kill them with her own hands, so the death
penalty is out of the question.
At most, she’ll get sentenced to life in prison. But if that happens, it’ll just be like she got off scot-free.
That’s why I’ll support him if he wants to take matters into his own hands. Besides, no businessman can
succeed without getting their hands dirty. If he didn’t get his hands dirty, Thompson Group wouldn’t be as
successful as it is today.
Taking Shane’s hand in hers, she gave it a gentle and reassuring squeeze. “I support you.”
Gazing at her, he asked, “Don’t you think I’m a very scary person?”
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