Chapter 1765
“Faye’s words completely make sense. You ought to think more about those who genuinely care for you.” Harold gave a thoughtful nod, silently backing Faye’s advice.
Belinda pressed her lips into a thin line, then offered a composed nod. “I understand. I’ll tread carefully from now on and avoid acting recklessly unless I’m left with no other choice.”
Harold shot her a mildly disapproving glance, one brow arching ever so slightly. “Let’s hope you mean that this time.”
Though a flicker of unease crossed her face, Belinda replied, “I’ll keep my word.”
Norma scoffed, unable to contain her contempt. “Honestly, Kylee’s nothing short of a monster. Poor Carola—what a curse it must be to have a daughter like that.”
Harold let out a heavy sigh and nodded. “Exactly. It’s only human to be afraid in the face of danger. But to shove someone else—her own mother, no less—toward the robbers just to save her own skin? That speaks volumes about Kylee’s character. Makes you wonder what kind of upbringing she had.”
Belinda blinked slowly, the weight of the matter settling in her chest. She knew this was gnawing at Carola, too.
Later that evening, as dinner brought a temporary sense of calm, they all steered clear of the topic.
Once the meal ended, Norma gently beckoned Belinda. “Come here, dear. I’d like a word with you.”
Meanwhile, Harold suggested a stroll and invited Lucas along. Faye, not one to miss an opportunity to spend more time with Lucas, tagged along without hesitation.
As they walked under the soft glow of the garden lamps, Faye couldn’t hold her tongue any longer. “Uncle Lucas, you’ve been like a ghost lately! I’ve stopped by your office several times, and you’re never there.”
Lucas shot her a sidelong glance, his brows drawing together ever so slightly. “Why don’t you focus on your own tasks? What’s with this sudden obsession with finding me? Trying to make sure everyone in the company knows you’re my niece? You talk about keeping a low profile, yet your actions scream otherwise.” This text is hosted at find~novel~net
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Lucas’ direct response left Faye feeling a bit hurt.
Faye’s lips curled into a pout. “You’ve gotten so impatient with me lately,” she muttered, her voice laced with complaint. “Uncle Lucas is being too harsh on me. Grandpa, aren’t you going to say something?”
Harold’s gaze sharpened as it landed on her, his voice firm. “Why should I intervene? Lucas is absolutely right. You’re at the company to work, Faye, not to follow your uncle around.”
Faye’s pout deepened, her tone defensive. “I just thought we could have lunch together. That’s all.”
Without missing a beat, Harold waved a dismissive hand. “Just eat with your colleagues or by yourself. Stop bothering Lucas.”
Though Faye said nothing more for a moment, the storm cloud over her expression made her mood plain as day.
After a while, Faye murmured, “So… does that mean I’m not allowed to visit Uncle Lucas anymore?”
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