Chapter 440



Belinda and Lucas were divorced now, with no remaining ties.

Yet, Harold still insisted Lucas stay with Belinda.

And…

Lucas had complied.

After their divorce, Lucas had no obligation towards Belinda; he could have refused Harold.

But he had chosen to obey.

Why on earth would he do that?

Verena didn’t want to think much about it.

She was terrified of what conclusion she might arrive at.

Ryan’s expression was also dark.

Verena had been in the hospital for days.

Each time Lucas had come to visit, he barely stayed a minute before leaving in a hurry.

But now that Lucas had brought his work documents into Belinda’s hospital room, it was clear he intended to stay with Belinda for a long time.

Why exactly was he doing this now?

Initially, Verena and Ryan had come to Belinda’s hospital room to provoke her.

Verena had been determined to pour out all her frustration and humiliation from the past on Belinda.

However, she had not expected to run into Lucas here.

His presence was like a slap to her face.

For a moment, she was frozen, dumbfounded.

After a lengthy pause, she turned to Belinda and said, “If you needed someone to stay with you while you’re in the hospital, you should’ve said something earlier, Miss Wright! I could’ve asked my cousin to stay here with you. He’s not busy. Lucas, however, has so much on his plate, so running between the hospital and the company must be quite draining for him. Besides, you and Lucas are divorced now. It’s inappropriate for you to keep troubling him like this.”

Verena spoke as if she were Lucas’ girlfriend.

There was nothing stopping her now that Lucas and Belinda had already gotten a divorce.

Belinda let out a cold chuckle before saying, “Honestly, having Lucas here is more of a hassle for me.”

However, it was Harold’s order, so Lucas and I didn’t have a choice.

“But since you’re so eager to help, Miss Reed, why don’t I give you Harold’s number so you can talk to him yourself about this?”

This shut Verena up immediately.

There was no way she would dare call Harold.

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