Eyes widening in rage, Nathan walked up to the sadistic man before retorting, “Sir Ian…! Even if you’re Miss Lockhart’s brother, don’t you think you’re crossing the line here?! Just look at Young Master Burton’s face! If he stays in there for any longer, he’ll die!”
“Pull him up, then,” replied Ian, instantly causing Nathan to go speechless. This man’s cruelty was on a whole other level…!
Zivon himself hadn’t expected Ian to trample over him this much, and though his jaw was so frozen that he could barely speak, he eventually managed to growl, “…I’ll… tolerate you once more… For Xav’s sake…!”
“Cool. See you in three hours.”
Zivon had already been in bad shape, but now that he was expected to stay in here for another three hours, he could barely find the will to remain conscious! In fact, he found himself constantly gnashing his teeth and even biting his lower lip, just so that the pain would keep him awake!
With all that in mind, the exhausted man finally collapsed in relief when Nathan declared that the time was up. Since Zivon instantly flopped into the water, the anxious Nathan immediately ran up to him to pull him out!
Unlike before, Ian didn’t try to make things any harder for Zivon. Instead, he got his men to get heaters and hot water for the frozen man. Zivon even received a bowl of ginger soup… and because of that combination, Zivon was eventually able to snap out of his frozen shock…
“Y-Young Master Burton…? How are you feeling…?” asked the anxious Nathan, prompting Zivon to cough a few times before slowly forcing himself to sit up…
“…I’m fine… That… aside… No more grudges between us, correct…?” said Zivon as he turned to look at Ian.
Ian, for one, hadn’t expected the high and mighty Zivon to go along with all his whims this entire time. With that in mind, he ultimately replied, “…Our personal grudges have been written off, yes. From now on, let us remain strictly business-like. That aside, I’m now willing to think of a test for you to take Xavia’s hand.”
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