Chapter 1613
For a moment, Faye didn’t fully grasp what Lucas meant. She froze, stunned, but after several seconds, realization dawned on her. Her face first flushed red and then quickly turned pale.
Of course, she understood what he meant.
Her thoughts immediately flashed back to that night she had knocked on their door—the sight of Lucas’s lips slightly flushed, the long pause before he and Belinda had answered the door… It was obvious now what she had interrupted. And then, last night, when she’d disturbed them again. It had taken even longer for them to come downstairs.
Their faces had been grim, their clothes slightly tousled. It wasn’t hard to imagine what they had been in the middle of before she interrupted them. That must have been the breaking point. That was why Lucas had finally decided to draw the line. Now, he was sending her away.
The more she thought about it, the heavier her chest felt.
She didn’t want to leave. She had never asked for more than to be near Lucas, to see him every day—that alone would have been enough.
But now…
She looked at him, her voice quivering with desperation. “Uncle Lucas, I’m sorry! I know I made a mistake—I didn’t mean to. Please, just give me one more chance. I swear I won’t disturb you again. I’ll stay quiet. I’ll be careful. Just don’t make me leave…”
“You can’t stay in our place anymore. You shouldn’t have stayed at our house to begin with,” Lucas said flatly, his hands steady on the wheel as the car moved forward.
The fact that he had said this meant his decision was final. There was no room for negotiation.
But Faye was unwilling to give up. “Uncle Lucas, I know… I know I shouldn’t have stayed. But Belinda was hurt because of me. I feel terrible. I just wanted to look after her, to make it up to her. That’s all. Once she’s healed, I’ll leave. I promise.”
“Belinda’s fine,” Lucas replied without missing a beat. “She doesn’t need you looking after her. Besides, I can take care of her myself.” Faye’s reasoning didn’t sway him in the slightest.
“But—” Faye tried again, but Lucas cut her off sharply.
“That’s enough,” he said, his tone slicing through her plea like a knife. “There’s no more to discuss about this.”
Silenced, Faye lowered her head, falling silent.
Deep down, she knew—nothing she could say now would change anything. The decision was made. She had to leave.
With that realization came a wave of bitter regret.
She had been reckless, too impulsive. She shouldn’t have done those things. Now, it was too late for regrets.
By the time Lucas’s car rolled into the parking lot of the Triumph Consortium, not another word had passed between them.
In the Cardiac Surgery Department office at Grand Plains General Hospital, a nurse approached Belinda with a polite smile. “Dr. Wright, someone’s here to see you.”