After her rebirth by Cici

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 | had medicinal stuff

every day. After she left, that stopped. | 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.

On the first floor of the hospital, at the elevator entrance.

Desmond was holding Clara's hand, about to step out of the elevator, when he spotted a guy in a wheelchair at

the entrance.

Maximilian's cool eyes lifted slightly, looking at Desmond, then shifting to Clara beside him.

Whenever Maximilian was around, Desmond felt like he couldn't breathe.

He straightened up, nodded respectfully, and greeted, "Maximilian."

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

It was the first tClara was introduced to someone from the Boleyn family as Desmond's fiancée.

Clara instinctively straightened up, smiling elegantly and appropriately, "Maximilian."

She didn't quite get why Desmond was always so deferential to Maximilian, even more than to his dad, Gabriel.

Sure, Maximilian was in charge now, but wasn't he crippled and sick, almost on his deathbed?

The future assets of the Hamilton family and the Boleyn family would belong to Desmond!

But she still had to be grateful that Maximilian was currently helping Desmond manage the company with great

effort.

Maximilian withdrew his gaze indifferently and said in a dismissive tone, "Wait until you marry into the Boleyn

family before callingthat. Even your father has to callMr. Hamilton. Is it appropriate for you to call me

that?" His deep voice carried an indescribable disdain.

Clara was stunned, her face suddenly drained of color.

She was already Desmond's fiancée, yet Maximilian showed her no respect.

Clara bit her lip tightly, wondering what she should call him.

Maximilian was deliberately making things difficult for her.

But Maximilian seemed completely unaware, his black coat making him look even colder and more aloof.

"Maximilian, Clara's just shy. If you're mad, take it out 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 apologized to Katniss."

Maximilian replied, "Fine, go hand kneel for three hours. Tell Grandpa | said so."

Desmond's face tightened, and he gritted his teeth, agreeing.

Clara's eyes widened in shock, and she snapped, "You're just Desmond's half-brother. What right do you have to

punish him? What did he do wrong?"

Maximilian's eyes stayed cold, "Four hours."

"Are you nuts?" Clara shouted.

"Five hours."

"Clara, stop talking!" Desmond's body tensed, and he harshly scolded Clara, "Don't talk to Maximilian like that."

Clara's expression changed, and tears of frustration welled up in her eyes.

Why was Desmond being so harsh on her? She was trying to help him!

Clara cried with a pitiful look, Desmond's heart softened, and he turned his head away from her, instead

addressing Maximilian, "Maximilian, Clara is young. Please don't blher."

"When have you ever seenget angry over irrelevant people and matters?" Maximilian's voice was cold, his

eagle-like gaze sweeping over Clara as he sternly reprimanded, "When I'm speaking with Desmond, you, an

outsider, have no right to interfere in Boleyn family affairs. Do you understand?"

Clara's fingers tightened, and the joy on her face vanished.

With the previous experience, Desmond didn't dare to speak, only giving Clara a comforting look.

But what Maximilian said next made Clara's face turn pale, her eyes filled with fear.

"By the way, Laura has been detained by the police. Clara, as Laura's friend, aren't you going to visit her? She

misses you and has mentioned you several times." Maximilian said calmly, with a faint smile, "Since you're going

to marry into the Boleyn family, letgive you sadvice. Stay out of trouble, and don't mess with people

you shouldn't, to avoid suffering the consequences."

After speaking, Emipushed Maximilian's wheelchair into the elevator. The elevator doors closed, and his figure

disappeared inside.

Clara stood frozen in place, cold sweat breaking out on her back, her eyes fixed on the closed elevator doors.

Desmond frowned and asked Clara in confusion, "What did Maximilian mean? Do you know Laura?"

Clara forced a smile, hiding her fear, and shook her head innocently.

"I don't really understand either. Before Katniss got into trouble, | had sinteractions with Laura, we have

exchanged a few words since we were classmates." Clara bit her lip, looking a bit aggrieved, "Maybe Laura is

trying to reduce her sentence by making things up, and Maximilian misunderstood something?"

Desmond said, "Laura won't be getting out. If Maximilian wants to deal with someone, no one can save them.

You shouldn't contact Laura anymore."

A few seconds later, Clara tentatively asked, "Why are you so afraid of Maximilian? He bullies you like that, and

you still put up with it."

Mentioning Maximilian, Desmond's eyes darkened, "Our family's situation is complicated. I'll explain it to you

slowly later."

"But you just yelled at me, and | was scared." Clara suppressed her thoughts, sniffing, looking heartbroken.

Desmond felt guilty, put his arm around Clara's waist, and apologized while gently explaining, "I wasn't yelling at

you, | was saving you. In the Boleyn family, you can makeor my dad angry, but don't provoke Maximilian.

He's not that simple."

Desmond's eyes were deep and inscrutable.

Maximilian was a person more terrifying than the devil.

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