Sarah blinked her eyes, fumbled by Nicholas' shortsightedness. Granted, everything revolved around money, yet not everyone could be bought by money. And Sarah was not that type of a person.
"I appreciate your good gesture but that's not what I meant to ask." Sarah said. "I heard from the merchants that your father is terminally ill due to poisoning. I need to know your father's symptoms, what medicine that has been administered to him for the past years, and so on. Please answer sincerely."
Nicholas snorted, lifting his nose up arrogantly when he saw the brooch on Sarah's collar. "Hmph! I know that brooch, you must be from House of Cromwell, yes? What makes you think that I will disclose my father's condition to a Third Rank noble like you? You have no authority upon me!"
"I don't… that's why I brought Darius with me." Sarah tilted her head toward Darius' direction.
"Hmph! You won't—"