Chapter 837



His presence now radiated a darker, more menacing aura than ever before.

“Ms. Wright,” Moshe nodded to Belinda.

“You can take her away now,” Belinda said, her tone indifferent.

“Much appreciated,” Moshe replied, his grin widening.

He strode over to Minna, lifting her chin with one hand while the other trailed down her cheek.

Moshe gave Minna a soft, almost tender smile.

“My dear, you have no idea how much I’ve missed you. Come on, let’s go home.” Without waiting, he began undoing her restraints.

Minna flinched at his touch, a shiver racing down her spine.

Once Minna was freed, Moshe grabbed her wrist and yanked her to her feet. Turning to Belinda, he said, “Ms. Wright, you and Mr. Clark can rest assured. I guarantee I’ll keep a close watch on my wife twenty-four hours a day. She won’t have another chance to escape.” The last sentence came out as a low growl.

“Honey, let’s go.” He then dragged Minna away.

Minna struggled, but Moshe’s grip was iron-tight. She was forced to leave with him.

The room fell silent as the door closed behind them. Belinda lingered for a moment before turning to leave as well.

At the Grand Plains General Hospital.

A soft knock echoed through the quiet ward.

The door creaked open, and a man and a woman stepped inside. Lucas looked up. His brows furrowed instantly as his sharp gaze settled on the visitors.

As soon as Verena stepped a few paces into the dimly lit room, Lucas’ frigid and merciless voice echoed.

“I do not want strangers in my space.”

Both Verena and Ryan were acutely aware that his words were directed at Verena.

Instantly, Verena’s countenance shifted, her cheeks flushed with emotion, and her eyes glistened with unshed tears that threatened to spill over.

“Lucas,” she said, her voice trembling slightly, “I am genuinely concerned about you. I simply want to check on your well-being… I promise I won’t stay for long.”

Without uttering a single word in response, Lucas cast a glance at Gordon, who stood nearby.

Gordon, understanding the unspoken command, immediately began to approach Verena with an air of authority.

“Miss Reed, please,” he urged in a tone that brooked no argument. However, Verena completely disregarded Gordon’s presence. Her reddened eyes remained locked onto Lucas’ steely gaze, unblinking.

“Lucas,” she pleaded softly, “could you… Could you stop being so cold to me? I—”

Before she could fully articulate her feelings, Gordon interjected coldly, “Miss Reed, I’d prefer not to have to escort you out forcibly.”

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