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Chapter 149

Chapter 149:
Seeing Belinda like this, Lucas frowned deeply, a flash of concern flickering in his usually calm eyes. It was just a few mice, yet he hadn’t anticipated how much it would unsettle Belinda.
He dialed the Clark family estate’s landline, but no one answered the call. After a brief moment of hesitation, he called Hooper. This time, the call went through.
Before Hooper could say anything, Lucas spoke up, his voice sharp. “Hooper, tell my father to unlock the private room door.”
“Belinda is not doing well right now.” The phone was on speaker, and Harold’s voice immediately echoed on the other end of the line, filled with urgency. “What happened? Is Belinda okay?”
Lucas glanced over at Belinda, his expression tight with concern. “Thanks to you, she is curled up on a chair, trembling like a leaf now.”
Harold’s expression shifted, a flicker of alarm in his voice. “Is it really that bad?”
Lucas let out a low, humorless chuckle, his words laced with sarcasm. “What do you think? Open the door. Now.”
“Alright, alright,” Harold replied quickly, his voice now tinged with guilt. “I’ll get someone to open it right away.” With that, Harold hung up the call.
He immediately barked orders to his people to open the door. A moment later, the sound of a lock turning echoed through the air in the private room, and the door clicked open.
Lucas glanced back at Belinda, his gaze softening as he reached down to lift her into his arms. Startled, Belinda instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her body stiffening as she clung to him. Without saying a word, Lucas walked toward the door, his steps steady as he carried Belinda out of the room.
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Once outside, he didn’t hesitate. He carried her straight to the elevator, never once setting her down. When they reached the parking garage, he carefully placed her in the passenger seat of his car.
Belinda released her grip on Lucas, her palms cold with sweat, her chest rising and falling unevenly.
“Thank you,” she said, her voice low.
Lucas didn’t reply. He shut the passenger door softly and slid into the driver’s seat. Then, he started the car.
The drive was quiet, with both Lucas and Belinda staying silent.
Belinda seemed lost in her thoughts, her body still tense, a distant look in her eyes. Lucas couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to her, what she had gone through that had made her so terrified of something as small as a mouse.
When the car finally pulled into the Clark family estate’s garage, both Lucas and Belinda climbed out, the weight of the night lingering between them. Belinda’s legs wobbled as she walked, her fear still lingering. She kept glancing down at the ground, her eyes darting nervously as if expecting something to appear.
Noticing her unease, Lucas softened his tone. “There are no mice here. You’re safe, don’t worry.”
Belinda swallowed hard, her lips pressed together in silence, her nerves still on edge.
As they entered the house, Harold rose from the living room sofa, his concern evident. “Belinda, are you okay?” he asked, his voice filled with worry.
Belinda’s face remained pale, a hint of exhaustion lingering in her eyes. She looked at Harold with a hint of resignation, her voice soft but firm. “Harold, please don’t do that again.”
Harold quickly nodded, his tone filled with sincerity. “Alright, I promise, I won’t do it again.”
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