Chapter 1946
Faye’s face froze for a moment, then fresh torrents of tears streamed uncontrollably down her cheeks.
With a voice that carried no hesitation, Lucas raised his hand and gave the order. “Do it.”
“Yes, sir.”
At once, one of the two bodyguards in black yanked Faye to her feet and hauled her toward the edge, while the other closed in behind her.
“No! Uncle Lucas, let me go! Please, help me! Somebody—ahhh!”
Before she could finish her desperate plea, she felt someone push her forcibly.
Faye’s body went tumbling down the slope like a discarded rag doll.
Her loud screams tore through the air.
Belinda’s face blanched the moment she witnessed it. Only by seeing it with her own eyes did she grasp just how terrifying the fall truly was.
She turned sharply toward Lucas. “Lucas…”
Lucas took her hand in his and gave it a firm squeeze, his gaze reassuring. “Don’t worry. She’ll be fine.”
Then, he looked to Gordon. “Go down and bring her back up.”
“Yes, sir.” Gordon nodded and immediately set off with two bodyguards, heading down the slope to retrieve Faye.
Lucas leaned closer to Belinda, his voice calm. “She will be fine.”
As he had said before, no matter what punishment he dealt, Faye was still his niece. He could never bring himself to truly endanger her life.
But letting her off with a mild scolding would do nothing. The lesson would never sink in. So, he had devised this plan.
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Since Faye had once pushed Belinda down the slope, it was only fitting that she be made to taste the same terror—the sensation of being shoved into the abyss, the bone-deep fear of death rushing up to meet her.
Of course, Lucas had already seen to it that precautions were in place. At the lower slope, safety measures had been arranged.
Faye would not roll endlessly down the mountain. At most, she would drop into the same pit Belinda had once fallen into.
Five minutes later, Gordon and the bodyguards returned. One bodyguard carried Faye on his back.
Gordon reported, “Ms. Sandoval has lost consciousness. Her face struck a rock—she’s bleeding. But we’re not sure how bad it is.”
Lucas gave a curt nod, his expression unreadable. “Take her to the hospital.”
“Yes, sir.” The three of them obeyed at once, carrying Faye away.
Lucas turned back to Belinda, his voice raspy. “Belinda, this was the only way I could think of to make her learn. From this day on, Faye is no longer my niece. There is nothing left between us.”
Belinda tightened her grip on his hand, her eyes unwavering as she nodded. “This is already more than enough.”
She understood the weight he bore.
She knew well that such a decision would cut a deep rift between him and Georgie.
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