Chapter 1767

“Is Faye really Georgie’s biological child?” Lucas didn’t waste time dancing around the question.

Harold blinked, caught off guard. His eyes widened as they locked onto Lucas’s unwavering stare. “Why would you ask something like that all of a sudden?”

“Answer me first,” Lucas said evenly, holding Harold’s gaze like a challenge, searching for the slightest flicker of hesitation.

Harold took a breath, steadying himself before responding with quiet conviction. “Faye is absolutely Georgie’s child. There’s no doubt about it.” After a pause, he added with a hint of steel, “Do you honestly think Georgie would raise another person’s baby as her own?”

Lucas’s brow twitched ever so slightly, a flicker of something unspoken shadowing his features.

He knew Georgie well enough; there was no way she’d raise a child that wasn’t hers. But…

Harold’s eyes narrowed, concern knitting his brows as he fixed Lucas with a steady gaze. “Lucas, why are you suddenly asking such a question? What has happened to make you have such doubts?”

But Lucas only lowered his eyes, leaving the question unanswered.

Harold pressed his lips into a thin line, the weight of unspoken truths tightening his jaw. “I can feel something has happened between you, Belinda, and Faye. That’s why Belinda keeps her distance from Faye, and why you’re asking this. I don’t know all the details, but here’s what I want you to remember—no matter what, Faye is your niece.”

Lucas furrowed his brow deeply at that.

He certainly hoped that was the truth.

He hoped that what had happened that day was just his imagination. His niece couldn’t possibly have feelings for him in that way.

Harold stood his ground, unwavering in his claim that Faye was, without a shadow of a doubt, Georgie’s flesh and blood. Yet Lucas couldn’t shake the quiet storm of uncertainty still churning inside him.

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Still, he knew that Harold wouldn’t tell him anything about that.

So, swallowing his doubts, he offered a neutral, steady reply. “I understand.”

For a beat, silence stretched between them like a taut string. Then Harold broke it, his voice casual but probing. “And how are things with Belinda these days? Everything alright between you two?”

Lucas gave a faint nod. “Things are good,” he said.

He wanted to leave it at that, but something tugged at him from within, nudging him to say more. His gaze faltered for a split second, his voice softer now, edged with something unspoken. “But… some time ago, I asked her when she planned to marry me,” he confessed, his eyes briefly lowering. “And the way she reacted…”

At Lucas’s words, Harold’s brows drew together, a faint crease of disapproval settling on his face. “You’re rushing things,” he said, his tone edged with quiet reproach.

“I—” Lucas started, eager to explain himself, but Harold raised a hand, cutting him off.

“I get it,” he said, his voice softening with understanding. “From where you stand, it feels like the relationship between you and Belinda is strong enough for you to take the next step. But for Belinda, marriage is something scary.” He paused, choosing his words with care. “You know her past better than most. Yes, she had her grandmother and her mother, but she still grew up in a home that was missing something vital. That kind of upbringing—fragmented, incomplete—leaves scars. Children raised in such circumstances often hunger for love, crave the warmth of a whole family, and yet, ironically, that same longing can twist into fear.”

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