Melting Her Cold Heart
Chapter 70. Trevor Goldman 2

Chapter 70: 70. Trevor Goldman 2

On the bed laid Trevor Goldman. His eyes were open but were slowly becoming hollow. Beside the bed was a monitory machin and an IV drip and candela on his wrist.

He tried to smile when he saw Nicholasbut he was met with Nicholas’s intervention gaze. But his smile did not falter.

"Of all people, Nicholas, you were the last person I expected to pay a visit. To be honest, I never wanted you to see me like this," Trevor weakly said. He chuckled, but it was heart-wrenching.

Nucholas stopped right beside the bed. His eyes were locking with those of Trevor. Although his expression was hard to read, his eyes swirled with emotions that Trevor noticed. "I didn’t plan to come. I was forced to," Nicholas replied, and the smile on Trevor’s lips widened.

"I had suspected that to be the case when I was told you would be coming," Trevor said. His eyes darted for Mr Wentworth, and without needing to be told what to do, the man understood his silent command.

"You have more gray hairs than I do now," he said as a small smirk curved up at corners of his lips, and Trevor laughed.

"Life has been cruel to me. I look at you now and envy you, Nicholas," Trevor said. He closed his eyes, his fave was so pale and that if anyone saw him now, with his eyes closed like this, they would have thought he had breathed his last. But the beeping sound of the heart monitor indicated that there was still a heartbeat in him.

Nicholas clenched his fist and the other tightly grip his cane, knowing this could have been him in this state. Weak and immobile. Depending on others for his daily necessities, even the simple mundane things that he would have done for himself.

"Have a seat, Mr Legend," Mr Wentworth, who had left earlier after meeting Trevor’s eyes, returned with an armed chair for Nicholas, and his timing couldn’t be more impeccable.

Nicholas didn’t hesitate as he sat down, knowing his leg might give way anytime soon if he continued standing. Trevor’s poor health and miserable state only reminded him of how many of his mates have already passed on or were just about to. And how close he was to his grave as well.

Slowly, Trevor opened his eyes. His head tilted to the side as he met Nicholas’s gaze once again. "Ever since Shelly, nothing has been the same," he said and chuckled in self mockery. "Others may call her the jinx, the one who cursed me like this, but I know otherwise," a single tear trickled down his left eye. "I cursed her and myself. This is just my retribution."

"Master Goldman..." Mr Wentworth called, trying to stop him but couldn’t find the words.

"Let’s not delve into unimportant matters now. Tell me, why have you come, Nicholas?" Trevor tried to change the conversation.

Nicholas knew exactly who Shelly was and even how she and Trevor had met. It was indeed true that Trevor’s life took a turn after meeting her, but he was happy being with a woman who was much younger than himself. A woman who wasn’t his wife, but he saw her one and even wanted to divorce his current wife to marry her and even make her his matriarch.

Nicholas, dispelling these thoughts, replied to Trevor. "It is about your daughter, Sara, and my grandson, Alexander."

His response hung heavily in the air as Trevor’s lips quivered, and his lips parted to say something, but no words escaped them.

"We would take our leave if you permit," Albert said, and Mr Wentworth nodded and kept his head low in a silent agreement with Albert.

"No. You both stay," Nicholas said, his tone leaving no room for disagreement.

They exchanged glances, but then, they bowed and stood rooted at their place.

Nicholas looked at Mr Wentworth and addressed him. "You are Trevor’s eyed and ears as well as his hands and legs, it is imperative that you stay and hear what we will discuss," his eyes darted to Albert who didn’t need to be told what was expected of him.

"Yes, understood," they said on unison.

"What about them?" Trevor finally found his voice, and the words slipped out. He was hopeful but couldn’t bring himself to be gleeful.

"Alexander wants her hand in marriage," Nicholas said. The shock and relief that he saw in Trevor’s was all that he needed to know that he didn’t have problems with their union, but there was still the mountain that had to be moved. Removed completely uf their union was to become a reality. A peaceful reality. "But we have a problem. Two problems," Nicholas stated.

"The Scott’s, and...?" Trevor asked. He knew that the marriage agreement between the Goldmans and the Scotts was one of the problems, but he couldn’t tell what the other was.

"Your wife and family," Nicholas said, and Trevor frowned. "Two days ago, men under the Goldmans attempted to assassinate your daughter, and they claim that your wife sent them."

Trevor’s frail hands clenched into first by his side as he heard what Nicholas said. Even Mr Wentworth was taken aback, and a frown marred his countenance.

"Is this true, Wentworth?" Trevor asked, his voice trembling at the mere thought of it. He had let go of the assassination of Shelly back then because he had no proof but this... his daughter, even when she had never been part of the family, they were already looking to kill her. To end his bloodline when he was already on his deathbed

"I am unaware of this development, Master," Mr Wentworth said. His head bowed in shame, feeling useless to the man he had sworn to serve.

"Do with her as you please, Nicholas. And with my family too. Itbis tike I too became selfish. Protecting only my own," Trevor’s voice came detached and lacking all emotions as if the one he just condemned and handed over to another another man’s mercy was not his wife and entire family. "Wentworth..."

"I know what to do, master," Mr Wentworth replied even without hearing the orders.

He returned his attention to Nicholas, who was silently watching him. "And as for the Scott boy..."