Despite the rainâs cessation, the wind sliced through his face like a razor.
Emerging from inside the villa, Abel was taken aback by Nathanielâs persistent stance.
âMr.
Roberts, thatâs enough.
Please stand up.
â
âWas it truly enough?â
Hearing the words, a faint smile graced Nathanielâs pale lips.
Did this mean the matter could finally be put to rest? âWas it possible to settle his debt with this?â
Attempting to rise, Nathaniel grew dizzy, and his vision faded as he relaxed.
âMr.
Roberts?â âMr.
Roberts!â
Abel placed a hand on his forehead, discovering it was hot.
Nathaniel trembled even while unconscious.
Having been exposed to the rain all night, Nathaniel had developed a high fever.
Abel quickly brought him back to his room, then hurried upstairs to seek Lucindaâs advice.
Lucinda was in the middle of combing her hair when Abel entered the room.
Learning that Nathaniel had fainted, she paused for a moment, her expressionless face betraying no emotion.
âI understand.
Now call a doctor to examine him.
â
Abel nodded before quickly departing to fulfill her request.
The doctor soon arrived and prescribed some antipyretics.
About an hour later, Lucinda thought Nathaniel had probably come to and went to his room.
Requesting a chair from the bodyguards, she sat expressionlessly beside the bed, her face clouded with thought.
When Nathaniel regained consciousness, his vision remained blurry.
But as soon as he turned his head, he recognized the figure beside him and instinctively grasped her wrist.
âDid you, Lucinda⦠Will you forgive me?â
Despite his fever not having completely subsided, Nathaniel handheld Lucindaâs with a burning grip.
Lucinda frowned but didnât push his hand away, though her eyes held disgust as she asked him, âWhere have you done, for the last time?â
Hearing her words, Nathaniel loosened his grip.
Nathaniel appeared angry, turning over with his back towards her and pretending to be asleep as if he couldnât hear her.