Ahem, ahem, ahemâ¦
The room reverberated with Nathanâs coughs, which made the three other men even angrier.
âNathan, the more I see you, the more I despise you.
If it werenât for our sister, I would have killed you countless times!â Graham said with resentment.
Nathan coughed and chuckled.
âDo you want me to hand you a knife? If you want to kill me, go ahead.
But do you dare?â
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, âCan you just shut your mouth? Do you even want to marry our sister?
Itâs up to Graham to decide if youâre worthy of her.
â
Nathan continued coughing and didnât respond.
In less than two minutes, Graham returned, wielding a feather duster, his eyes brimming with a murderous intent.
âI may not be able to kill you now, but Iâll beat you up to let out my anger!â
Graham strolled into the room wielding the feather duster.
This caught Hilliardâs eye.
He remained silent though, his expression devoid of emotion, seemingly supportive of Grahamâs actions.
But Cyrus was alarmed and quickly rose to intervene.
âGraham, donât! You canât beat him! Thereâs no need for this! Heâs already weak from his fever.
Youâre 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?â
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, âWe have a score to settle, indeed.
What good does it do to just beat me to let off steam? If youâve got the guts, just kill me outright.
â
Upon hearing his provocation, Grahamâs anger burned hotter in his chest.
He was livid.
âFine then, Iâll grant your wish.
If I donât kill you today, Iâm not worthy of being a Simmons!â
âGraham, stop! Calm down! Heâs very sick with a fever.
And he probably has no idea what heâs babbling about! Donât stoop to his level!â
Cyrus intervened and shot a fierce glare at Nathan.
âShut the hell up! Gosh! I really want to beat you myself!â
Nathan kept quiet.