“How did he get worse so fast?” she hissed at Kylin, not daring to take her eyes off the face of her sleeping brother. “Come now, Isabelle, you’re an intelligent young woman. Why do you think his illness is back?” the man grumbled. “You can’t possibly be implying that I had anything to do with this!” she shrieked under her breath. She spared a glance for Caden to make sure she hadn’t woke him up before glaring at the old man. “You’re the only one that can make him better. His health is dependent on you producing an heir. When you fail to do even the necessary minimum task to get that heir, his health suffers. Are you suddenly dense or were you just not paying attention when Thadius explained that to you?” Kylin spat back at her, his hands planted on his hips, his gaze hard and unforgiving. “The minimum task?” she shot back. “I have done far more than just the minimum!”
