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, at

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

slightly, looking at Desmond, then shifting

around, Desmond felt like

nodded

squeezed Clara's hand and nervously introduced, "This is

time Clara was introduced to someone

up, smiling elegantly and appropriately,

why Desmond was always so deferential to Maximilian, even

now, but wasn't he crippled and sick, almost on

and the Boleyn family would belong

that Maximilian was currently helping Desmond

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 deep voice

face suddenly

already Desmond's fiancée, yet

bit her lip tightly, wondering what she should

making things difficult

unaware, his black coat making him look

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

home and kneel for three

tightened, and he gritted his teeth,

What right do you have to

eyes stayed cold, "Four

you nuts?"

"Five hours."

harshly scolded Clara, "Don't talk

tears of frustration welled

Desmond being so harsh on her? She was trying to

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