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Nathan reminisced about the incident at the nightclub where he had presented Emma to Victor as a "present."

In that instant, Emma was experiencing excruciating agony, yet she simply gazed at him, remaining silent.

Perhaps she was anticipating, wishing he would change his mind, hoping he would come to her rescue.

However, he merely observed her torment with apathy, even driving her further into misery...

The anguish was devastating, intolerable.

And he felt remorse, yearning to put an end to it all.

Nathan forcefully struck the table with his fist, the collision nearly breaking his bones.

Blood trickled from his hand.

Alex regarded him with bewilderment.

His cellphone vibrated, and he picked up the call.

Upon hearing the voice on the line, his face turned stone-cold.

"Nathan, you drove her to this state. How can you show yourself to her!"

Alex seized a nearby baseball bat and swung it at Nathan.

The bat connected forcefully, but he didn't even wince.