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.

floor of the hospital, at the

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

lifted slightly, looking at

Desmond felt like he couldn't

up, nodded

and nervously introduced, "This is

introduced to someone from the Boleyn family as Desmond's

smiling

didn't quite get why Desmond was always so deferential to Maximilian, even more than to his dad,

charge now, but wasn't he crippled and sick,

future assets of the Hamilton family and the Boleyn family would belong

she still had to be grateful that Maximilian was

that. Even

was stunned, her face

yet Maximilian showed

lip tightly, wondering

was deliberately making things

coat making him look even colder and more

If you're mad, take it out on me. I'm the one who insisted on marrying her," Desmond quickly jumped in, seeing Clara in a tough spot. "And I've already apologized

home and kneel for

face tightened, and he gritted his teeth,

What right do you have to punish

eyes stayed cold,

you nuts?"

"Five hours."

stop talking!" Desmond's body tensed, and he harshly scolded Clara, "Don't

tears of frustration welled up

on

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