Chapter 429



“It’s true that I don’t want to be in the same room with you, Mr. Clark,” she said, her composure never breaking.

Lucas’ expression darkened when he heard that.

“We are now divorced,” Belinda continued. “Naturally, I wish for a clean break.”

She paused for a while, as if mulling something over, and then added with emphasis, “I am not keen on maintaining ties with an ex.”

Lucas’ face darkened further, and a myriad of emotions flashed across his eyes.

The air around him began to thrum with tension.

Then, he suddenly let out a cold laugh and gave a slight nod.

“It’s good that you think that way—it saves me a lot of trouble.”

With that, he turned on his heel and stormed out of the room before Belinda could even respond.

With a loud bang, the door slammed shut behind Lucas.

Belinda was left in silence.

She looked down, her face still devoid of any emotion.

She told herself that this was for the best. They were divorced; there was no point in getting further tangled up in each other’s business.

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Letting out a deep sigh, Belinda closed her eyes and lay back down on the bed.

Meanwhile, out in the hallway, Lucas was still standing on the other side of the door.

His expression was still dark. Yet, he couldn’t understand why he felt so frustrated and furious.

Logically speaking, this was the best outcome he could have ever hoped for.

But the way Belinda remained so calm and unaffected by it all, and refused him, had sent him into an inexplicable rage.

Lucas took a deep breath and tried to calm down.

Then, he pulled out his phone and called Kenia.

Belinda lay on her hospital bed, her eyes tightly shut. She was utterly drained and exhausted, but sleep eluded her.

She didn’t know how much time had passed until the door opened again.

Belinda opened her eyes and turned to see who it was.

When she did, her brows immediately knitted into a frown.

“What are you doing here?” she asked coldly.

“Oh, I just thought I’d drop by to see how you’re doing,” her visitor replied with a smile.

It was Verena, wheeling herself toward Belinda’s bedside.

Even with her face partially hidden by a mask, the red rashes covering Belinda’s skin were quite noticeable.

Verena took delight in the sight.

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