Nathaniel could see that she was in a really bad mood.


    Was this her venting her anger out on him?


    With helpless shrug, he went to the backyard and grabbed a broom for the garden.


    Less than five minutester, he rushed into the rain and started sweeping.


    It was almost winter, so many leaves had fallen off.


    The rain made it even worse as it poured heavily and brought down many more leaves.


    No matter how hard or how fast he swept, it never got clean.


    Lucinda stood in front of the window on the third floor and looked down at him with no feeling whatsoever.


    If he really loved Eleanor, it would have been no trouble for him to get her out of jail from the very beginning.


    He and Lucinda would have naturally be enemies, but that was better than this farce.


    Lucinda could take the fact that he didn’t love her or that he even hated her.


    But what he shouldn’t have done, was lie that he Loved her and feed her lies of wanting to make up to her.


    The shameless man!


    Lucinda clenched her fists as the anger burned in her veins, wanting to be let out.


    After a while, she called Abel into the room.


    He joined her by the windowsill and looked down at Nathaniel who was working in the garden.


    Worried, Abel said, “Miss Simmons, Mr.


    Roberts got injured yesterday.


    Isn’t it dangerous for him to be under the rain?”


    Lucinda scoffed and said, “Look at him now.


    Does he look like his waist hurts?”


    “What do you mean?”


    Lucinda narrowed her eyes and asked, “Did you personally see the wound yesterday?”


    Abel was about to say he did, but after thinking it through, he chose honesty.


    “I didn’t.


    He asked me to help him, but when I walked into his room, he had already bound up the wound.


    All I saw was blood on the bandage.


    I mean, it can’t be fake, right?”


    Lucinda squinted at him.This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org.


    What if it was fake?


    “Let him work for another hour.


    If he still isn’t finished, let him back in.


    ”


    “Yes, Miss Simmons.


    ”


    It was raining so heavily that Nathaniel’s vision was blurred.


    Although he was looking down and in front of him all through, he could feel someone’s piercing gaze on him, and he was certain that it was Lucinda.