Too Late For Regrets: I Sold My Soul To The New Intern

Chapter 20: Adrain

’’Adrain.’’

Adrain’s hands were tied as he knelt behind the tall figure. His lips pale and red with dried patches of blood quivered.

He raised his head and tried to look at the figure through the pain.

Sharp dark grey eyes stared through the reflective glass and watched as the heavens cleansed the earth, getting rid of its sins and drowning its inequities.

From this height, people looked like ants. And his building made all other towering structures look inadequate.

Adrain gasped, his eyes falling shut and opening again as he wondered when his suffering would come to an end.

’’Why didn’t you tell me that my daughter was ill?’’

There was a low rumble of thunder as rainwater slid nonstop down the transparent walls trapping them in the dark room. There was a tall man with a gun pointed at Adrain’s head. He stood akimbo, dressed in a dark fitted suit with a matching red tie. His eyes hidden under a clean, white cloth as he stood prepared to blast the head of the traitor.

’’That she only has one year left to live?’’

Adrain felt the pain of his betrayal along with the multiple injuries he had been enduring for two weeks. After being subjected to various harsh punishments, he finally confessed. But the thing was, this monster standing before him already knew of his betrayal.

What’s left for him now is to pray for an easy death.

’’One thing I hate second to traitors is people that try to protect my daughter from me,’’ his voice wasn’t necessarily mean or wicked. It was soft, understanding but they had lived and worked for this monster too well not to be deceived by his calmness.

Neal didn’t understand why Adrain betrayed him.

He knew how sensitive Neal was to traitors. He hated them more than the religious ones out there.

Why?

Had he grown soft spots for the child he wanted to fashion for a good cause?

Or has he made up his mind to side with his daughter, to help her escape him and her destiny?

Neal frowned.

Sometimes he wished the lightning tearing through the heavens would strike him instead.

His own mother betrayed him.

His father returned home without a single care for their survival.

His once–trusted man betrayed him sixteen years ago and he had to die for it.

His daughter had betrayed him. Now his most loyal right-hand man had done the same.

Neal turned from the chaotic view to stare at his right hand man clinging to life. He noticed he hadn’t been tortured enough to understand how he would never tolerate or forgive traitors.

’’Why?’’ He asked just too late. When Adrain’s tongue had been cut out and parts of his teeth removed. His mouth now hung at a disfigured angle.

His grey eyes flickered to the cup of water placed on the silver table not too far from where they were.

’’Are you thirsty?’’

Adrain tried to open his beaten left eye but couldn’t. His body kept trembling nonstop and he wondered how he was still alive after everything.

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Adrain turned to the water prepared for him. A tear trickled down his face as he stared right at his death.

So, this was how everything was going to end for him.

Knowing his master too well, he will never be as kind to traitors as to offer them water in their last moments.

’’Your Supreme,’’ the blindfolded one called in a deep voice. ’’I have his last words. Should I read it?’’

Neal stared at his loyal right hand man in amusement before nodding that he wished to hear it.

The one putting on fitted dark suits removed his gun and slowly revealed a gorgeous pair of deep, blue eyes. He raised one hand to cover his right eye and said, ’’I only have one last wish of His Supreme. That my wife and children be spared from the punishment of my sins and that Miss Corrine Anais Winfield be free to lead her own life. The cancer is enough punishment for her rebellion. Please...let her be.’’

Adrian remembered that day her uncle told her bluntly to her face that it was cancer. He remembered how his entire system ceased to function as he heard from the tiny opening he made through the door to spy on them.

He was speechless and guilty.

He thought all families were as warm and loving as his. He knew how grateful he was to be blessed with a good family.

He couldn’t comprehend how a father, a mother, and an uncle could be so wicked to a woman that just wanted a life of her own.

He recounted all his sins and was overtaken by guilt that day he decided to keep her cancer from her oppressors.

Though he wasn’t quite sure if the cancer was divine punishment or just a bunch of selfish families lashing out on the weak.

The uncle had always been suspicious to Adrian. He knows how the uncle stares at his niece with dislike.

He wondered if his master was even aware of another enemy in his camp.

’’Feed him the water, Anarak.’’

Doctor Lyzer stepped out from the shadows and Adrain’s good eye widened a bit and he wished his tongue hadn’t been pulled out from his mouth.

Doctor Lyzer stood beside his brother, looking older, stricter, haggard and hateful.

’’Your sole purpose beside my brother was to report every detail of Corrine’s life back to him. Give him full and detailed reports of her progress and whatnot. I held back from calling him about the cancer because I knew you were around to report back to him. I was devastated to know he only learned about this huge setback weeks after my diagnosis from me.’’

You were the one that punished her with it out of hatred for your niece.

Adrian struggled as his throat burned along with the tears in his eyes.

No, I believe God or the angels wouldn’t be that cruel to bring her down with such an illness.

It was you! It was you! It was...

He gulped as the water was forced painfully down his throat. Neal only stared at his loyal dog with a sad, almost devastated look.

Poor Corrine Winfield.

The acid along with snake venom infused in the water corroded his lungs and tore his internal organs apart. His eyes blurred as he had many sad flashbacks of his life. He wished he had the chance to apologise for siding with her oppressors, for feeding them with information about her life. He wished he had stopped her from leaving that day and revealed what he knows now as the truth.

He could have even come clean before her father and told him who the real traitor was.

Neal Malcom Ashworth would never forgive anyone who dared to harm his family or hinder his plans of having a great successor to his empire.

The last thing Adrain saw was darkness as he collapsed before Anarak’s feet. His body contorting violently as the acid destroyed whatever was left of him inside and out.

’’Cancer?’’ Neal said with more irritation than anger as Anarak gathered the bones of Adrain carefully to feed the Hell dogs.

’’What does that even mean?’’

Lyzer stepped closer to place a comforting hand on his dear brother. His hold on his shoulder tightened as he looked the most saddened by his misfortune.

’’Don’t worry, Neal. I have a cure. A friend of mine has a cure for it that hasn’t been made known to the public yet. I will not give up in trying to get her to submit to us once again. She will have to eventually come to me for treatment if she wants to live. And, maybe, after she is cured, we can corner her and I will bring her right back to you to do whatever you wish.’’

There was a subtle flicker of red in Neal’s gaze as he stared about, trying not to be easily provoked.

’’ I don’t care if you take her by force to that place for treatment. If Corrine dies, I am burning everything to the ground,’’ he threatened, brushing his brother’s hold from his shoulder before turning to stare at him.

He then gave him a white envelope. Lyzer turned the envelope around, staring at it suspiciously before tearing it open. Two pictures spilled into his left hand as he stared at the picture with a deep frown.

’’Who are these humans?’’

’’Their identity is of no concern to you,’’ Neal bit back. ’’Just track them down for me. I don’t care how you do it. If my little rebel is suicidal enough to refuse your treatment, just meet with these two and say...’’

Neal whispered the words to him. Lyzer listened with a mixture of dread, confusion and slight understanding.

’’This is my last card to make her come back to me before I descend on her and force her to be the good, little daughter of mine. A daughter that takes after her father and brings this world to ruins. Something I have failed to do for a very long time.’’

’’I understand,’’ Lyzer said humbly, as he tucked the pictures back into the envelope and placed it inside the doctor’s coat he wore.

’’Darling!!!’’