Chapter 1778 Pushing My Luck

• Nathaniel spun around, so angry that his eyes were as wide as saucers. “Scarlett Stovall, you're pushing your luck!”
• I raised my uninjured hand to press down on the wound. I could barely open my eyes, but still, I forced out a smile. “I know I am, and you are the reason for it. Y-You know that if Ashton dies, I'll be dead too. If you take his life, you take mine too. You're playing the role of a nice man visiting me, but who are you playing this role for? Yourself? Hilarious! You're a joke, Nathaniel!”
• Nathaniel was completely still in his spot. The cold light of the filament lamp shone on him, casting a shadow over his eyes. The more I looked at his eyes, the darker they seemed, but the entire time, his expression was a calm one. He was not panicking from getting exposed for his lies, and neither was he refuting my words nor giving any explanations.