Chapter 1766
Harold let out a sigh, his voice calm but firm. “I never said that. But during office hours, it’s not appropriate for you to go looking for Lucas. You’re not a child anymore, Faye. It’s time you stood on your own feet—learned to be independent. You need to build your own life, make your own circle, and not lean on Lucas so much.”
His tone sounded sincere, but Faye could hear the unspoken message loud and clear.
Ever since Belinda came into the picture, everything had changed.
Lucas, once attentive and patient toward her, now kept her at arm’s length. Even her grandfather, who had always indulged her, now echoed the same distance.
And it was all Belinda’s fault!
A tight knot of resentment coiled in Faye’s chest.
She gave a dramatic huff, saying, “Ever since Uncle Lucas got together with Belinda, I’ve been cast aside like some forgotten toy. Truly pitiful, isn’t it?”
Lucas’s jaw tightened, a flicker of impatience flashing in his eyes as his tone turned sharp. “This has nothing to do with Belinda. Stop dragging her into this.” The sudden bite in his voice struck Faye like a slap.
She froze, eyes widening with a flicker of hurt, her expression wilting beneath the weight of his unexpected harshness.
Even Harold’s brows drew together in a faint frown. He exhaled quietly. “Let’s not place the blame on Belinda,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “Lucas doesn’t take kindly to anyone speaking ill of her.”
Faye’s gaze dropped as she bit down on her lower lip. She then said, with regret in her voice, “I-I didn’t mean anything by it. I was just speaking without thinking.”
“Next time, try not to speak so carelessly,” Lucas said.
Faye gave a small nod. “I understand.”
Despite her words, her breathing grew heavier, and her face became slightly pale. Belinda—again.
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Lucas only cared about Belinda now.
Did she really matter that much?
A storm of thoughts swirled within Faye, and for a fleeting second, her mask nearly slipped. Catching herself, she drew in a steadying breath, forcing a polite smile as she straightened her posture. “Grandfather, Uncle Lucas,” she said. “I just remembered I have something to attend to. I’ll head back to my room now. Please, enjoy your walk without me.”
Harold gave her a nod. “Alright, go on then.”
His gaze lingered on Faye’s retreating figure before he turned back to Lucas, a weary sigh slipping past his lips. “Is there no way you can talk to her without sounding so harsh?”
Lucas said nothing, his brow knitting into a troubled frown.
After a few seconds, he finally met Harold’s eyes. “There’s something I need to ask you.”
“What is it?” Harold asked.
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