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Chapter 242

Chapter 242:
Lucas inhaled deeply, rising from the sofa with deliberate movements. “I’m leaving now,” he said curtly, his voice tense with restrained irritation.
As he was about to leave, he glanced at Johnson and added stiffly, “Don’t forget to treat your injuries.”
“Got it,” Johnson replied casually, waving a hand dismissively, his demeanor as unconcerned as ever.
Without another word, Lucas left Johnson’s place, his steps brisk.
The next day, at the Yates family’s residence.
The rain fell steadily outside, drumming against the windows and soaking the grounds.
After breakfast, Bethany arranged for the family driver to take Belinda to work.
As Bethany accompanied Belinda to the front steps of the house, she spoke with a warm smile. “Tell your grandmother that when I get some free time, I’ll invite her over for a meal.”
“Okay,” Belinda replied with a small nod.
She looked at Bethany and added, “Alright, you should head back inside now.”
Bethany was about to respond but froze mid-step, her words catching in her throat as her eyes locked onto the sleek car parked in front of her house.
Seeing Bethany frozen in place, Belinda followed her gaze, her eyes landing on the striking blue Bentley Continental parked out front.
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Her breath hitched as she recognized the car, and she felt her heart skip a beat at the shock.
The driver’s door swung open, and Lucas stepped out, his tall, lean frame cutting an imposing figure against the dreary backdrop of rain.
With a deliberate motion, he shut the door and strode toward Bethany and Belinda.
When Lucas stopped in front of Belinda, his sharp gaze bore into hers, his lips parting slightly as he said, “I’ll drive you to work.”
Belinda didn’t hesitate, her voice cool and firm as she replied, “That’s not necessary. Bethany’s driver will take me to work. You don’t need to trouble yourself, Mr. Clark.”
Bethany crossed her arms, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Exactly, Mr. Clark. You’re so busy with all your important work that you hardly have time to share a meal with Belinda. Why would you have time to take her to work now? We wouldn’t dream of bothering you.”
Lucas ignored Bethany’s mocking jab, his eyes fixed on Belinda, his expression unyielding.
Belinda met his gaze, her voice steady and calm. “If your father asked you to do this, I’ll just tell him you drove me to work. You don’t have to actually do this.”
Lucas’ response was unexpected, his low voice rough but steady. “This has nothing to do with my father.”
Belinda blinked, startled by his words, and Bethany’s brows shot up in surprise.
If Harold hadn’t ordered Lucas to do this, then Lucas must have made this decision on his own.
The thought sent a fleeting flicker through Belinda’s chest, her heart betraying her for just a moment.
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