Chapter 1938
Chapter1938
Lucas gave a sharp laugh, and there was nothing warm in it. His voice carried a chill cold enough to freeze the air.
“Regret? If you’d truly regretted it, you wouldn’t have kicked Belinda’s phone down the slope and staged a fake fall to cover your tracks. You went as far as pretending you’d sprained your ankle! Nothing about that screams remorse,” Lucas said.
Belinda spared Faye only a glance—her eyes cold, detached—and then turned away.
She didn’t bother to say a word.
With Lucas here, she knew she wouldn’t face any injustice.
Faye’s expression faltered under Lucas’ cutting words.
But she quickly forced herself to keep going. Tears welled as she stammered through her sobs, “I-I didn’t dare admit it! I was terrified that once you found out, you’d hate me, scold me, and cast me aside. It’s my fault; I was selfish at that time. I only thought about myself.”
Her cries rang through the room, but aside from Georgie, not a single face softened.
The others sat unmoved, because what she had done was too malicious—too cruel to be excused.
Lucas’ gaze hardened, his voice slicing like a blade. “What are you crying for? Belinda—the one who suffered—hasn’t shed a single tear. And yet, you dare to weep?”
The reprimand hit like a slap. Faye didn’t know whether to keep crying or to stop altogether.
“Lucas.” Georgie’s voice broke the tense silence at last. She had finally snapped back from her shock.
Her face showed a storm of distress, helplessness, and shame. “I know what Faye did was wrong—far too wrong. But… but she’s still young. This is her first mistake, and she has admitted it with sincerity. Couldn’t you—just this once—forgive her?”
“Yes, Uncle Lucas, I know I was wrong! I promise I won’t do it again!”
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The moment Georgie spoke up, Faye felt a spark of secret delight flicker in her chest.
She knew that her mother would never abandon her.
As long as Georgie stood by her side, she believed she would be safe.
After all, her mother wasn’t just anyone—she was Lucas’ sister, the one who had cherished and spoiled him since they were young.
Surely, for her mother’s sake, Lucas wouldn’t make things hard for her.
Besides, Belinda was fine now. She hadn’t died; she hadn’t been seriously hurt. So really, what more did they want?
Lucas’ cold eyes shifted toward Georgie. “She’s still young? She is already in her twenties—and you call that young? Are you seriously trying to say she is still a child?”
Georgie’s expression faltered, her lips quivering as she hesitated. Then, biting down on her lower lip, she managed to say, “No matter what, she’s your niece! You shouldn’t take the side of an outsider.”
A sharp, mocking smile curved Lucas’ lips. “An outsider? I know exactly who counts as family and who doesn’t. What Faye did wasn’t some childish mistake—it was attempted murder! I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it again: anyone who dares harm, or even tries to harm Belinda, will never be forgiven!”
His cold eyes locked onto Faye.
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