Their Villain, The Mogul's Beloved novel Chapter 135

Chapter 135

When they saw Roderick again, they almost didn’t recognize him.

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The man lying on the bed had wrinkled skin from being soaked in seawater for too long, and even every strand of his hair emitted a fishy smell.

His once handsome face was bruised and swollen, and his body bore injuries.

Apparently, beyond Natasha’s instructions, the bodyguards had given him another thorough beating.

But because of this, Roderick, whose mind had collapsed from the brutal beating, surprisingly revealed one last secret.

Roderick was a tough individual. Even with his hands stabbed through, he managed to hold back from revealing everything at the last minute. Hoping that if Olivia still had a chance, he would have a bargaining chip.

He just hadn’t expected Natasha’s bodyguards to be so brutal.

He could no longer bear it and pleaded with Natasha to stop the torment once he finished speaking.

Looking at Natasha’s cold gaze, he said, “I didn’t mention this matter because I also have no

evidence.”

Back then, to feign a deep affection with Roderick, Olivia once took him to visit Emilia’s

tomb.

Of course, he was not allowed to approach.

He simply found that Olivia had forgotten the offerings she bought in the car. When he brought them to her, he unintentionally overheard her murmuring in front of her mother’s tombstone.

Roderick stared into Natasha’s eyes, “She said, ‘Mom, you always said, the method doesn’t need to be new, it just needs to be effective. If one life can tie someone down for a lifetime, then if I use another life to set them free, do you think I’ll succeed?“”

This was the only sentence Roderick could tell Natasha.

However, for those who knew the Clark family’s past, this sentence hinted at too much.

After all, everything began with Emilia’s death.

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Roderick had once wanted to investigate, but too much time had passed. He lacked the ability, and Olivia was too vigilant. He feared knowing too many secrets would only backfire.

So he simply kept that sentence deeply in his heart, without delving deeper.

Anyway, if Olivia truly had something to hide, this one sentence was enough to threaten her.

He looked hopefully at Natasha, “If her mother’s death was truly premeditated, the clue I provide can free you from the shadow of having caused a death. I don’t ask you to spare me, but at least make them stop.”

Natasha’s beautiful face had a clenched jaw, and her hands were balled into fists.

She remained silent for a long time, then left the room with a single instruction. “Just don’t

kill them.”

Roderick’s incredulous roar came from behind her. Natasha stood at the doorway. She felt as if she was in an endless void of darkness, her mind in a daze.

In her memory, Emilia had always been very kind to her.

She loved her even more than her own biological daughter, Olivia.

On the day of the incident, Emilia had also spoken softly and gently coaxed her.

A child’s memory was very vague. Coupled with Emilia’s death and the rain that day, six- year–old Natasha developed a high fever and became severely ill. After she recovered, she could no longer tell whether some details were fantasy or reality.

The only real things were the adults‘ firm accusations and the undeniable condemnation.

Most importantly, Emilia was truly dead. Not missing, not in a coma.

Natasha could even remember the sticky sensation of the other person’s warm blood splattering on her face.

Could a deeply beloved elder, someone who cherished her and had a daughter of their own, truly use their very life to manipulate a child’s entire future? No one would dare to believe it.

The car accident was officially ruled an accident. All evidence, both witness testimonies and physical proof, was conclusive, and even the driver responsible confessed, leaving no doubt

whatsoever.

If Roderick hadn’t happened to hear Olivia’s words, no one would have suspected anything.

Natasha iad carried the burden of guilt for over a decade, only to find out it was a setup

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orchestrated by a close elder who had used their very life to devise it for her. How utterly ridiculous.

Natasha felt neither the joy of learning the truth nor the relief of escaping the shadows. She was simply numb, having temporarily lost her sense of the world.

Then, a warm hand gripped hers.

Natasha looked at her.

Sadie looked at Natasha, who was beyond tears or smiles, her heart filled with worry.

Sadie thought, “This world is truly absurd. How could anyone be so utterly malicious?‘

If Natasha had not consistently refused to be subdued and tamed, her life would have truly become a stepping stone for Emilia’s daughter, just as Emilia had intended.

The matter definitely needed to be re–investigated. Natasha needed more evidence and details to get justice for the undeserved suffering she endured over the past decade.

Although Emilia was dead, she had successfully turned Natasha’s life upside down.

But those were matters for later. Before facing them, Natasha only wanted to sleep soundly at

this very moment.

The dream was chaotic. Emilia’s “I’m sorry” was heard clearly as it faded away when she was hit and thrown. Andrew and Madeline scolded her angrily at her bedside. Many faceless people blamed her, and an orange cat cried under the wheels instead of her.

When Natasha woke up from her dream, she found her hand was being held.

The curtains were tightly closed, and in the dim light, she couldn’t quite distinguish between day and night.

But the familiar embrace beside her made her momentarily dazed, making her think she was still in a dream.

“Alexei?” Her hand touched his chiseled brow bone.

A gentle kiss fell on her forehead. “Are you awake? Are you hungry?”

Natasha shook her head, hugging his waist. “Why are you here?”

He brushed aside the stray hairs on her cheeks, damp with cold sweat from the nightmare,

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