Chapter 83

Protecting the family's honor and interests sometimes requires sacrifice.

Getting mixed up with the Boleyn family? Yeah, that engagement's set in stone.

When Nathan heard this, his good-looking face turned stormy. Dylan, on the other hand, was more level-headed and saw the bigger picture.

Dylan said, "Alright, chill out. Swing by the office, and I'll check you out. What's up with all that coughing lately?"

He remembered Nathan used to cough, but it was never this bad.

It was just the occasional cough when he felt under the weather or had a cold.

Dylan frowned, "Are the servants treating you well? If they're slacking, fire 'em and get someone who knows what they're doing."

Nathan had always been frail with a weak heart. He'd been sick on and off since he was a kid, and there were a few times he almost kicked the bucket, scaring their parents half to death.

Lately, his health had finally started to get a bit better.

Nathan waved his hand, "It's not the servants' fault. Katniss used to handle my meals, and I had medicinal stuff every day. After she left, that stopped. I asked the kitchen maid, and turns out Katniss made those meals herself, and they don't know how to do it."

Halfway through, Nathan paused, feeling a bit weird.

Before, whenever Katniss brought him those meals, he found it annoying. She'd force him to eat them every day and nagged him more than any maid.

Most times, it was Clara's persuasion that got him to finish the meals.

Then he told Katniss to stay out of his room, and Clara would bring the meals every night.

Over time, he started giving Clara the credit, forgetting it was Katniss who made the meals.

For a moment, a complicated look crossed Nathan's face.

the

Clara's hand, about to step out of the elevator, when

lifted slightly, looking at

Maximilian was around, Desmond felt like he couldn't

straightened up, nodded respectfully, and

hand and nervously introduced, "This is

the first time Clara was introduced to someone from the Boleyn

up, smiling elegantly

why Desmond was always so deferential to Maximilian, even more than

wasn't he crippled

and the Boleyn family would belong to

grateful that Maximilian was currently

withdrew his gaze indifferently and said in a dismissive tone, "Wait until you marry into the Boleyn family before calling me that. Even your father has to call me Mr. Hamilton. Is it appropriate for you to call me that?" His

face suddenly

yet Maximilian

wondering what she should

making things difficult for

black coat making him look even

mad, take it out on me. I'm the one who insisted on marrying her,"

and kneel for three hours. Tell Grandpa I said

tightened, and he gritted his teeth,

half-brother. What right do you have

stayed cold,

you nuts?" Clara

"Five hours."

talking!" Desmond's body tensed, and he harshly

of frustration welled up

was Desmond being so harsh on her?

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