At the moment, Nortonâs bedroom was a hive of activity, crowded with the familyâs elders and younger members alike, all in a state of disarray.
Cutting through the crowd, Kern led Lucinda and Hilliard to the bedside.
Despite Nortonâs recent vibrancy, thanks to Colby and Destinee, he now appeared significantly aged.
Lucinda inquired of the medical team, âGrandpa was in good spirits last night.
What caused such a sudden downturn?â
Dr.
Robles stepped forward, explaining, âMr.
Payne suffers from high blood pressure and hypoglycemia.
It seems he may have ingested something that interfered with his medication.
â
Lucindaâs brow furrowed, sensing foul play, yet she held her tongue amidst the throng of people.
She made room for Hilliard to examine Norton, hoping for a deeper understanding.
Outside, the corridor buzzed with anxiety, the familyâs unease palpable as they grappled with Nortonâs unexpected illness.
Lucindaâs patience wore thin amidst the clamor.
âEnough with the noise,â she snapped.
âGrandpa needs quiet for his recovery.
The room is too crowded, stifling even.
Please, everyone, head downstairs.
Iâll update you as necessary.
â
Kern, quick to heed her directive, collaborated with the household staff, ushering the crowd to the living room below.
Amidst the dispersing throng, only Ronan remained steadfast, a figure of grief beside Nortonâs bed, his sobs cutting through the tension.
Lucinda, unable to bear the display of emotion, fixed Ronan with a stern gaze.
âWhy the tears? Itâs a minor illness.
Are your sobs meant to hex him?â
Ronanâs tear-streaked face was a picture of anguish.
âHex my grandfather? Heâs the kindest elder to me in the Payne family.
Seeing him like this, unresponsive, it breaks my heart.
â
Lucindaâs face remained impassive.
â
Tears donât equate to true sadness.
If youâre truly remorseful, prove it.
Go to the ancestral temple and subject yourself to ten lashes.
That, I believe, would convey your sincerity far better.
â
Ronanâs sorrow quickly gave way to resentment.
âYou think I deserve death by lashes? Thatâs what ten would mean.
Is that what you wish upon me?â
Lucindaâs response came as a sneer.
âItâs merely a suggestion.
Besides, your weeping does nothing for grandpaâs recovery.
It could even hinder the medical team and Hilliard.
Are your tears genuine concern, or just for show?â
Ronan rose, indignation fueling his retort.
âMy concern is as real as it gets! Unlike you, a mere in-law, I share his blood.
You canât possibly fathom my grief.
â
Lucindaâs reply was a disdainful look, knowing well that further conversation would lead nowhere.
Turning to Kern, she requested, âPlease escort Ronan out.
His presence is obstructive.
â
Ronan bristled at the suggestion.
âWhy must I leave? Just because you say so? Nathanâs absence doesnât give you authority over the Payne family.
â His tone remained composed, showing the family scionâs grandeur, yet his eyes, peering over gold-rimmed glasses, dripped with sarcasm.
Kern interjected, clearing his throat, âMr.
Ronan Payne, please, hold your tongue.
Mrs.
Payne is hardly an outsider.
As Mr.
Norton Payneâs daughter-in-law, treated by him as a granddaughter, and Mr.
Nathan Payneâs lawful wife, she rightfully stands in his stead.
â
At Kernâs words, Ronan found himself at a loss for words.
Kern pressed on, âMoreover, Mr.
Nathan Payne holds Mrs.
Payne in high regard.
Should he learn of your provocations, deeming her as an outsider, I doubt heâd let it slide.
â
Silenced, Ronan could only gulp, his gaze fixed on Lucinda, fear evident in his eyes.
Ever since Nathan took the reins of the Payne family, Ronan had felt the sting of discipline more than once, leaving him with a deep-seated dread.
Lucinda, standing with her arms crossed, wore a smirk of triumph.
âWell, Ronan, will you make your exit, or must I call upon a servant to escort you out?â