Chapter 917



“Belinda, where are you? What happened?” Lucas sounded anxious.

“I’m still at the Grand Plains General Hospital. I’m fine, just ran into some deranged lunatic earlier,” Belinda replied. She added, “Don’t worry about me.”

“Stay where you are! I’m coming over right now,” Lucas said. Before Belinda could say anything, Lucas had already hung up. Belinda sighed resignedly.

After a moment of thought, she started the car and drove back to the underground parking lot of the Grand Plains General Hospital, pulling into her usual spot to wait for Lucas.

She had a perfectly good reason for dragging that fanatic into her car and taking her out of the hospital to confront her. The thing was, she had gotten into a fight with Minna within the hospital last time and had ended up with a disciplinary warning. So this time, she made sure they were out of the hospital’s premises before throwing any punches.

It didn’t take long for Lucas to arrive.

He quickly parked his car and hurried over to Belinda, his pace urgent. Belinda got out of the car to meet him.

As Lucas drew closer, he took a better look at Belinda. His expression darkened. Belinda’s forehead was red and swollen, her hair was a mess, and there were telltale traces of egg yolk still stuck on her face.

“Who is responsible for this?” A sharp, threatening glimmer flickered in Lucas’ deep eyes. His voice was cold as he spoke.

“I have no idea,” Belinda replied, shaking her head slightly.

“All I know is that the person is one of Mitchell’s fans.”

At the mere mention of “Mitchell,” Lucas’s expression darkened even further, his eyes narrowing slightly as anger cast a shadow over his features.

Without uttering another word, Lucas took hold of Belinda’s hand and guided her swiftly toward his car.

Once they were inside, he pulled out tissues and wipes from the glove compartment, meticulously cleaning the remnants of egg stains from Belinda’s face and hair.

Belinda remained silent, allowing him to tidy her up.

Once he finished, Lucas’ voice dropped to a low murmur.

“I’ll drive you home.”

“There’s no need for that. I can go back on my own…” Belinda instinctively began to refuse, but before she could complete her sentence, she fell silent under Lucas’ intense gaze.

His striking face revealed little emotion, yet beneath that calm exterior, Belinda could sense the simmering anger.

With a slight sigh, she pressed her lips together for a moment before saying, “Then I’ll go retrieve my things from my car.”

“Alright,” Lucas said.

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