Ahem, ahem, ahem…
The room reverberated with Nathan’s coughs, which made the three other men even angrier.
“Nathan, the more I see you, the more I despise you. If it weren’t for our sister, I would have killed you countless times!” Graham said with resentment.
Nathan coughed and chuckled.
“Do you want me to hand you a knife? If you want to kill me, go ahead. But do you dare?”
Infuriated, Graham lost his temper and stormed out of the room in a sullen manner.
Cyrus, thinking that he should follow suit, turned to Nathan and said, “Can you just shut your mouth? Do you even want to marry our sister?
It’s up to Graham to decide if you’re worthy of her.”
Nathan continued coughing and didn’t respond.
In less than two minutes, Graham returned, wielding a feather duster, his eyes brimming with a murderous intent.
“I may not be able to kill you now, but I’ll beat you up to let out my anger!”
Graham strolled into the room wielding the feather duster. This caught Hilliard’s eye. He remained silent though, his expression devoid of emotion, seemingly supportive of Graham’s actions.
But Cyrus was alarmed and quickly rose to intervene.
“Graham, don’t! You can’t beat him! There’s no need for this! He’s already weak from his fever. You’re now consumed by anger, what if you seriously injure him? What if he ends up dead because of you?
How will you explain it to Lucinda when she returns?”
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Mentioning Lucinda was the surefire way to prevent these men from doing something reckless.
Graham snapped back to his senses.
However, before he could set down the feather duster, Nathan who was lying on the bed, suddenly blurted, “We have a score to settle, indeed. What good does it do to just beat me to let off steam? If you’ve got the guts, just kill me outright.”
Upon hearing his provocation, Graham’s anger burned hotter in his chest. He was livid.
“Fine then, I’ll grant your wish. If I don’t kill you today, I’m not worthy of being a Simmons!”
“Graham, stop! Calm down! He’s very sick with a fever. And he probably has no idea what he’s babbling about! Don’t stoop to his level!”
Cyrus intervened and shot a fierce glare at Nathan.
“Shut the hell up! Gosh! I really want to beat you myself!”
Nathan kept quiet.