Lucinda glanced at Conor and said, “Really? Do you expect me to do it myself?”
“No. I’L do it,”
Conor said bitterly.
Conor raged inwardly. It hurt his pride to tend to the wounds of the man Cyrus had punished; the man who had injured Lucinda and had tried to create a rift between she and her brother. Conor would be far happier if she’d asked him to poison Nathaniel!
Despite Conor’s reluctance, he had no choice but to fetch the medical kit since Lucinda was watching him.
After Lucinda arranged everything, she was ready to leave. A hand then grabbed her wrist.
“Lucinda, please stay and talk to me for a while.”
Nathaniel didn’t raise his head. His voice was weak; his eyelashes fluttered; his lips trembled, and his face was pale. He seemed very fragile.
Lucinda cast him a cold glance.
“My time is precious. Let go of me.”
Her tone was harsh, reminding him to know his place, but Nathaniel didn’t let her go.
“Look, I was lying alone on the cold marble floor in the living room for six hours. My back hurts like hell. I have accepted my punishment. Now I just want you to talk to me for a while.”
His voice was soft, yet he pleaded for comfort.
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Did they make him lie on the Living room floor for six hours?
Lucinda glanced at Jose.
Jose lowered his head, horrified I thought Mr. Roberts passed out from doing housework. I didn’t Afraid that the blame would fall on him, Jose shut up.
He hurried out of the room, closing the door behind him.
The room was silent.
Lowering her head, Lucinda looked at Nathaniel and asked, “What do you want to say?”
Nathaniel’s fingers trembled around her wrist, but his grip was firm.
“How have you been these days while staying with Cyrus?” he asked.
Lucinda frowned.
Was he pretending to care so she would take pity on him?
“No one bothers me there. Mr. Simmons is gentle and considerate. So I’m very happy.”