âWhatâs the use of telling Lucinda about this?â Graham replied with a hint of resignation in his voice.
âIâve been taking care of her since she was little.
I know her very well.
â
Even if he was too ill to get up from the bed, as long as he told her about it, she would only think that it was a trick to gain her sympathy.
Itâd only make things worse.
After a while, Graham looked away, gently pushing aside Nathanâs hand, and made his way downstairs.
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Nathan didnât stop him but spoke up abruptly.
âWhat youâre doing right now is meaningless.
Even if she sees your sacrifice, Lucinda wonât believe you.
Although Valerie is the one who wants to harm her, itâs you who have hurt her deeply.
You owe her a sincere apology, but you donât know how to apologize at all.
â
Hearing Nathanâs words, Graham simply continued to descend the stairs in silence.
Watching him leave, Nathan sighed helplessly.
The cut on his left hand from earlier now caused him a dull pain.
He went downstairs to disinfect the wound and applied an inconspicuous band-aid.
Two hours later, Hilliard and Cyrus finally arrived.
As soon as Hilliard returned, he immediately went to Atticusâ room to conduct a thorough examination while Lucinda stood nearby, offering help when needed.
After half an hour, they all gathered in the living room.
Graham, Cyrus, Violeta, and Nathan were sitting on the sofa, anxiously waiting for Hilliardâs assessment.
Seeing them come down, Violeta immediately stood up and asked, âHilliard, howâs Atticus? Is there any hope?â
Hilliard shook his head, his expression solemn as he delivered the examination result.
âAfter dad fell down the stairs, thereâs been a clot in his brain that we canât clear.
Now the clot is spreading and affecting his central nerves.
His brain will soon shut down.
Heâs old and frail, and even if I were to perform an operation, he wouldnât survive.
â
His words weighed heavily on the room, and the atmosphere grew somber.
Lucinda nearly lost her balance and started to falter, but Nathan rushed to her side, holding her in his arms to offer comfort.
Her chest heaved, and she sought solace in his embrace.
Clutching his suit tightly, she tried her best to suppress her profound sorrow, thinking of her unborn babies.
A lingering silence and sadness hung in the room for what felt Like an eternity.
Suddenly, Lucindaâs voice broke through the silence, full of anger and grief.