Even Abel and Leon felt a twinge of pity for him when he was this miserable.
But Lucinda remained unmoved. She simply stared at him, lost in her own thoughts.
After a while, she turned to her men.
“Can you make some soup for him?”
Abel and Leon exchanged an embarrassed glance.
“I don’t…” Abel began, scratching his head sheepishly.
“I don’t know how to cook.”
“Me, neither!” Leon seconded.
Lucinda blinked at them, speechless.
Should she go and find some bodyguards who were actually good at cooking?
She looked back at Nathaniel, debating whether she should make him do it himself or not.
Having noticed her gaze, the man started another fit of violent coughing.
Lucinda pursed her lips in resignation.
“Fine, forget it. Help him back to the bed. I’ll make the soup.”
“Sure.”
Lucinda stood up and headed downstairs to the kitchen. She had to forage through the cupboards before she found some ingredients for making the soup, and then got to cooking.
Once Nathaniel was settled down, Leon went to the kitchen to find Lucinda.
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“Miss Simmons, do you believe Mr. Roberts?”
“I do, but not entirely. I trust the evidence. If it wasn’t him, then there should be other clues left to find.”
She paused and pondered before adding, “He claimed to have sent Brinleigh away. Look into it and confirm if he was telling the truth.”
“Understood.” Leon nodded, and then suddenly added, “As for me, I believe Mr. Roberts.”
Lucinda froze when she heard that.
“Why is that?” she asked as she resumed stirring the soup in the pot.
“Well, he was able to smuggle Flynn out of prison and return him without getting detected by the authorities. That means that he is definitely more powerful than we have believed. It would have been a walk in the park for him to get Eleanor out of that place, too. If that’s what he wanted, then it would have happened a long time ago.