At that moment, his typically tall and sturdy frame appeared vulnerable and helpless.
âHoney, can we have a conversation? Please, put down that âweapon.
â
Plus, the hanger youâre holding is made of iron.
Are you truly planning to break my legs?â Nathan inquired.
Lucinda held the pointed end of the hanger against Nathanâs chest, scolding him, âDo you feel sorry, Nathan?â
âNathan replied.
Caught off guard and overwhelmed, he raised his hands, admitting, âYes, I made a mistake.
â
âWhat was your mistake?â Lucinda probed further.
Nathan contemplated for an extended period and remained silent.
Lucindaâs eyes shimmered with tears as she looked at him, a mix of sadness and disbelief.
âHad you heeded my advice, Colby and Destinee wouldnât be unwell because of Luisa and Zeniaâs carelessness.
This situation was entirely preventable.
Nathan, even for us adults, a fever is tough to bear.
Think of our little ones now.
Theyâre hurting due to your thoughtless decisions.
Donât you feel any remorse?â
Nathan had no counter to Lucindaâs words.
He had indeed made a mistake regarding their babiesâ illness.
Heart-wrenching guilt filled Nathan, realizing his oversight had brought pain to both the babies and Lucinda.
âI truly apologize.
I was careless.
Iâm ready for any consequences,â
Nathan admitted.
He then moved to a nearby table, leaning forward with his arm supported on it.
Lucinda, in her frustration, lifted the metal hanger and brought it down with force.
Thud.
The noise was muffled.
The hanger struck the junction of his suit pants around the hip and leg.
Nathan hissed, tightened his fists, and quietly endured the pain.
Clap! Clap!
Two more strikes landed in the same area.
âOuch!â Nathan exclaimed.
The skin at the base of the thigh was tender.