Florrie froze again.
She even stopped crying.
Lucinda was right.
Why would Valerie protect her?
Florrie turned around and clutched Lucindaâs dress.
âIâm sorry, Lucinda! I was wrong! I realize now that I have been so stupid!
Please give me one more chance, please!â
Lucinda kicked her aside and sneered.
âIf I forgave you, would that wake Dad up from his coma? Because of you, he is in a pitiful, vegetative state.
He will probably never have another chance at a good life.
Do you think you deserve to ask for forgiveness after what youâve done to him?â
Florrie sobbed, unable to refute Lucindaâs words.
She sat on the floor and wallowed in despair.
âRemember this, Florrie.
It was you who ruined your own life! Save your regrets and apologies.
They mean nothing to me.
You will spend the rest of your life rotting in prison!â
Lucinda took out her phone and sent a message to Sonny, who was on standby outside the villa.
A moment later, he came in with Leon.
They grabbed the still sobbing Florrie and hauled her up.
âWhat do you plan to do with this woman?â Sonny asked.
Lucinda stared at her father and let out a small sigh.
âSue her for attempted murder.
I want her to pay for her crime in prison.
I donât want to see her face again! Ah, and make her sign the divorce papers first.
â
âCopy that.
â
Sonny and Leon then hauled Florrie away.
Lucinda took a deep breath to steady herself.
But as soon as she took a couple of steps, her head began to pound.
The next thing she knew, she was falling.
Instead of the cold, hard floor, however, she fell into a familiar warm embrace.
âLucinda,â Nathan said mournfully.
âYour hormones are unstable.
The doctor told you not to get too emotional.
Please stay calm, if only for the babies.
â
She nodded weakly, too tired to speak.
Without a secondâs hesitation, Nathan scooped her up in his arms.
âThis matter is almost wrapped up.
Why donât you let me handle Valerie?â
Lucinda stubbornly shook her head.