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 first floor of the hospital,

hand, about to step out of the elevator, when he

eyes lifted slightly, looking at Desmond, then shifting

Maximilian was around, Desmond felt like he

straightened up, nodded respectfully,

and nervously introduced, "This is

Clara was introduced to someone from the Boleyn family

straightened up, smiling elegantly and

quite get why Desmond was always so deferential to Maximilian,

was in charge now, but wasn't he crippled and

family and

Maximilian was currently helping

me that. Even your father has to call me Mr. Hamilton. Is it appropriate for you to call me that?" His deep voice carried an indescribable

was stunned, her face

Desmond's fiancée, yet

bit her lip tightly, wondering what she should

deliberately making things difficult for

completely unaware, his black coat making him look

the one who insisted on marrying her," Desmond quickly jumped in, seeing Clara in a tough spot. "And I've already apologized to

kneel for three

tightened, and he

What right do you have to punish him? What

stayed cold,

you nuts?" Clara

"Five hours."

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

and tears of frustration welled up

so harsh on her?

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