Billionaire Ex-wife: I Can't Live Without You
Chapter 1993

As Ronan reached out, Nathan deftly dodged.

“You’re well aware whether I’ve accused you wrongly or not.

”

Nathan passed the drip bottle to Sonny and leveled a_ serious accusation against Ronan.

“The individual who persuaded you to tamper with Grandpa’s tea, he promised to assist you and Mylo in seizing power once the deed was done, didn’t he?”

Ronan shook his head.

“No!”

Nathan stepped closer to him.

“That individual aimed to exploit this situation to keep Lucinda occupied and intentionally ensnare her in the police station.

If I hadn’t returned in time and you feared the incident would be uncovered, you would have incited the clan members to appoint someone capable of handling Grandpa’s coma.

You would have seized the opportunity to gather support and sway public opinion correct?”

A trickle of sweat slid down Ronan’s sideburns, tracing its path along his jawline.

He shook his head again.

“No!”

Nathan sneered, swiftly withdrawing the gun tucked at the back of his waist and aiming it sharply at Ronan’s temple.

“I presume that person is Danilo, correct?”

Ronan was taken aback, his expression registering shock.

The next moment, he heard the distinct click of bullets being chambered.

Nathan’s icy gaze brimmed with lethal intent.

Ronan panicked, blurting out, “I didn’t do it! I didn’t do it! I don’t know what’s in that drip bottle, and I have no idea why you found it in my room!”

Nathan’s disbelief was palpable as he clenched his fingertips, poised to pull the trigger.

“You’re lying.

Do you even realize what’s in this bottle? Overdosing could be fatal.

It’s despicable.

Grandpa cares deeply for you, yet you seem to wish him harm! You’re plotting against his life! Do you even have a shred of conscience left?”

It marked Ronan’s first encounter with the barrel of a gun pointed directly at him.

The sheer terror gripped him, causing his entire body under the weight of Nathan’s menacing aura.

“I have no involvement with the drip bottle.

Grandpa is taking blood pressure medication.

There’s no need for me to tamper with it.

If I had any intention to harm him, I could simply encourage him to eat gr@pefruit.

But why would I want to harm Grandpa? He’s just unconscious.

A couple of days of infusion, and he’ll be back to normal.

”

Ronan was determined to clear his name of any suspicion.

Upon hearing his defense, Nathan interjected sarcastically, “So you deliberately convinced Grandpa to consume gr@pefruit alongside his medication, is that it?”

Ronan was momentarily taken aback, but soon a realization dawned on him.

Gritting his teeth, he shot Nathan a fierce glare.

“Nathan! You orchestrated this! You wrongly accused me of tampering with Grandpa’s tea to elicit my confession.

”

Nathan let out a contemptuous snort before raising his polished military boot to deliver a forceful kick to Ronan’s knee.

“ARI”

A sharp cry escaped Ronan’s lips as pain shot through him, causing him to sink to the floor.

With the weight of Nathan’s gun pressing against his forehead, Ronan felt an overwhelming sense of threat and authority.

“Grandpa harbors immense love for you.

Yet, in pursuit of your ambitions, you gambled with his life and well-being.

Ronan, I’m tempted to pull this trigger.

”

His words hung heavy in the tense air as Nathan disengaged the safety catch of his pistol, the threat of imminent harm palpable.