Chapter 314



The sarcasm in his tone struck a nerve.

Sarai’s face flushed a deep crimson, a wave of embarrassment washing over her in an instant.

“I-I’m so sorry, Mr. Clark,” she stammered. “It wasn’t intentional. I just… I just wanted to explain about Belinda. I really misspoke. She has never liked anyone else.”

“She has only liked you.”

Lucas let out a low, mocking chuckle as he looked at Sarai with cold eyes.

“Honestly, I didn’t care much about that at first,” he said. “But your eagerness to explain… Now, I’m starting to wonder something.”

His gaze swept over Sarai, cool and deliberate.

“Tell me, Miss Lewis—do you want me to believe you or not?”

“I, I…” Sarai stammered, her face frozen as if caught in a moment she couldn’t escape.

After a long pause, she finally muttered, “I’m telling the truth.”

“Not very convincing.” Lucas’ tone was even, neither warm nor cold.

Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked away.

Sarai stood motionless, her eyes locked on his retreating figure. His words lingered in the air, cryptic and sharp, leaving her unsure of what he truly meant.

Her expression shifted, a storm of emotions flickering across her face. In the end, all she did was bite her lip and walk away in silence.

Kenia and her companions didn’t linger long in the Clark family’s residence. After making their goodbyes downstairs, Lucas and Belinda saw them off.

Once the guests had left, Harold called Lucas into the study.

Harold’s voice was steady when he said to Lucas, “I just spoke with Belinda’s grandmother about your relationship with Belinda.”

Lucas remained quiet, his expression unreadable.

“Kenia supports the idea of a divorce,” Harold continued. “She asked me not to interfere if, after my birthday, you and Belinda still want to get a divorce.”

At this, Lucas’ pupils contracted ever so slightly, and his gaze flickered toward Harold. He had actually anticipated this.

“She doesn’t want Belinda wasting her time on someone who doesn’t love her,” Harold added. “And I can’t say I blame her for that. She is just protecting her granddaughter. So, if you decide to go through with the divorce after my birthday, I won’t stand in your way.”

Lucas said nothing, the silence hanging heavy in the air. It wasn’t that he disagreed with Harold; he just didn’t know what to say.

Harold leaned forward, his tone firm. “Lucas, have you thought this through? Do you really want this divorce?”

After a long pause, Lucas finally spoke, his voice devoid of emotion. “Yes.”

The word landed like a stone, heavy and final. Yet, as soon as Lucas said it, a strange sensation stirred within him, making him feel a bit uncomfortable. But then, he reminded himself—wasn’t the divorce what he had wanted all along? He should feel relieved and happy about this.

Harold’s eyes searched Lucas’ face, complicated emotions swirling in them. After a moment, he straightened in his chair. “Alright. If that’s your decision, I won’t say anything more. You can leave now.”

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