âNo, thank you,â she declined.
âI donât feel cold.
â
Despite her refusal, Kyson grinned and dr@ped the coat over her shoulders.
Lucinda furrowed her brows and felt frustrated.
It seemed like he still hadnât comprehended what she had told him during lunch.
Before she could say anything, Malcolm abruptly showed up and whispered into her ear, âMiss Simmons, Mr.
Simmons sent me to find you.
Your suspicion was correct.
Three groups of people were dispatched over the last few days to hunt down the assassins who were released.
One of them perished during the pursuit, and the other was rescued by us.
He mentioned he wanted to talk to you.
â
âOkay, itâs time for us to go,â Lucinda said.
She was about to leave with Malcolm, but Kyson stopped them.
âLucinda, maybe I should go with you?â
Without hesitating, she said, âNo, thanks.
You must have plenty of things to deal with in Forden.
Goodbye.
â
She took two steps forward and then remembered she was still wearing Kysonâs coat.
She took it off and handed it to him.
Kyson refused to take it.
âItâs getting cold.
Wear it,â he said, gently.
Lucinda tried to pass the coat to his man.
The man glanced at Kyson then shook his head in fear.
He didnât dare accept it.
Annoyed, she dr@ped the coat over a flowerpot and left with Malcolm.
Kyson watched her leave and then frowned at his coat.
His face darkened.
âSend people to keep an eye on Nathaniel Roberts.
Report back immediately if there is anything wrong.
Tell them to hide themselves well.
Nathanielâs man is not easy to deal with.
I also need you to investigate Nathanielâs identity.
â
âOf course, Mr.
Shaw.
â
His man held the coat out for Kyson to put on.
Kyson scolded him, âHow dare you offer me a dirty coat? Throw it away!â
By the time Lucinda arrived at Cyrusâ villa, the killer had been taken to the private doctorâs room.
The same room where Eleanor had been treated.
Lucinda opened the door.
The man lay on the bed.
An intravenous drip had been attached to his hand to replace the lost fluids.
He sat up when he saw Lucinda.