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Chapter 507

Chapter 507:
“What exactly happened to her?” His voice trembled as he asked the question.
She had inhaled sedatives…
Ligature marks around her neck…
What on earth had happened to Belinda?
The doctor’s face conveyed her reluctance. She met Lucas’ gaze and said, “I’m sorry, Mr. Clark; I can’t reveal more.”
The police had given strict instructions, and the doctor dared not say anything further.
Lucas took a deep breath, pulled out his phone again, and made another call.
Five minutes later, Lucas approached the door of Belinda’s hospital room.
This time, he pushed the door open and entered.
The police officer at the door did not stop him.
Lucas had contacted his supervisors, ensuring he wouldn’t be hindered.
Inside, Belinda assumed the noise she heard was a nurse on rounds. However, when she noticed the door hadn’t opened or closed again, suspicion rose.
She turned her head.
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When she saw Lucas seated beside her bed, her expression shifted dramatically.
She propped herself into a half-sitting position. “Who let you in?” she asked.
Lucas’ eyes welled with concern and deep guilt when he heard her hoarse voice and saw the white bandage encircling her neck.
It was all his fault.
If he hadn’t left her alone tonight, none of this would have happened.
“Does your injury still hurt?” he asked softly, his voice rough with emotion.
Belinda’s face settled back into calmness, and she slightly parted her lips as she said, “Whether it hurts or not is none of your concern, Mr. Clark.”
“Please leave.”
Belinda’s request for Lucas to leave seemed to fall on deaf ears. Lucas lifted his gaze, his eyes filled with intensity, and softened his voice. “I’m sorry. This is all my fault. I promise you, no matter what happens, I will not leave you alone next time,” he said earnestly.
“There will be no next time,” Belinda replied calmly, a faint smile playing at the corners of her lips. After a brief pause, she added, “We’re already divorced. We won’t have anything to do with each other from now on. Mr. Clark, please stop saying things like that.”
“Belinda, I—” Lucas began, but Belinda quickly cut him off.
“Mr. Clark, I’m very tired. I need to rest. Please leave,” Belinda said.
She had thought she was prepared to face Lucas without emotion. Yet, despite her outward calm, resentment simmered within her. She blamed him for everything.
“Go to sleep. I’ll stay here and watch over you,” Lucas said.
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