She let out a sigh.
Another means to learn about Nathanâs condition was cut off.
Perhaps she would have to resort to her final option.
In the afternoon, in the Payne Group, they were having the monthly board meeting, and Nathan had been in the meeting for thirty minutes.
Sonny went to retrieve an important document.
As he was about to return to the meeting room, a slender figure blocked his path in the corridor.
When he saw it was Lucinda, his heart skipped a beat.
âMiss Simmons, how can I help you? Well⦠If you are here to see Mr.
Payne, you may have to wait a little longer.
He is in a meeting.
I apologize, but I must go now.
â
He lowered his head and attempted to maneuver past Lucinda on the right.
However, Lucinda stepped to the right and blocked his way.
âListen, Sonny, this is the last time Iâll bug you about this.
If you still donât want to tell me, Iâll back off and never bother you.
â
âI truly know nothing.
Please let me go!â
Sonny hung his head and silently turned away.
Lucinda watched his retreating figure and blurted out, âI paid Kyson a visit today.
He claims to know the truth, but he has a condition for revealing it.
He wants me to marry him.
â
Sonny froze in his tracks, though he refrained from facing her.
Seeing his reaction, Lucinda pressed on, âYouâve been instrumental in clearing up so many misunderstandings between Nathan and me.
Youâve seen how weâve slowly progressed.
If you wonât tell me, Iâll have no choice but to accept Kysonâs terms.
Is that really what you want to happen?â
Sonny wrestled with conflicting emotions as he gripped the document he was holding tightly.
âBoss has given his orders.
No one is allowed to talk about this to anyone.
I canâtâ¦â
âDonât worry.
Iâll be as careful as possible.
Heâll never find out that you told me.
â
Lucinda walked closer and said softly, âHeâs sick, Sonny.
Heâs carrying a heavy burden on his own.
By telling me, youâre actually helping him.
â
Sonny appeared torn as he hesitated.
âPlease come with me.
â
Lucinda walked behind him into his office.
Sonny locked the door and leaned in.
His voice was barely a whisper.
âDo you recall the sulfuric acid incident at Samsara Bar, about six months ago?â
âYes, I do.
â
Lucinda recalled with crystal clarity.