PopularNovelAveline's brow furrowed slightly as she glanced at Annie, who gave her a playful wink.
"You two talk; I'll step out for a bit." Seeing they needed privacy, Lucas turned and left the room.
Once he was gone, Aveline said, "He's not my boyfriend." Annie burst into a smile, her cheeks dimpling with two small, charming dimples. "I know. You're upset with him right now. I've seen lots of couples act like that when they're fighting. I won't say it again." Aveline sighed.
There was no explaining this away.
Besides, there was no need to burden Annie with the details of her pending divorce from Lucas.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIt would be over soon enough, so there wasn't much to discuss.
Changing the subject, Aveline said, "While you're staying here, you can go for a walk when you're feeling up to it. The environment here is quite nice. If you need anything, just ask the nurse, and if you feel unwell, callright away." Annie nodded, her eyes filled with gratitude. "I will, Aveline. Thank you so much." Aveline smiled gently. "The most important thing is that you get better." Annie suddenly moved forward and hugged her, her voice thick with emotion. "I wish we were real sisters." Having a sister like Aveline would have made her so happy.
A pang of sadness tugged at Aveline's heart, but she didn't say much more.
Inside the exclusive VIP ward, the faint scent of antiseptic hung in the air.
The nurse moved about quietly, her work meticulous and unobtrusive. Lucas pushed open the door and entered. At the sight of him, the nurse greeted respectfully, "Mr. Tudor." Lucas walked in, his gaze falling on the bed in the inner room, where Frederick lay.
The man before him looked nothing like his former self. His face was gaunt and hollow, his body frail and shrunken, a mere shadow of the commanding figure he used to be.
Due to a stroke, Frederick's mouth was crooked, and his eyes were unfocused. When he saw Lucas enter, he immediately becagitated, emitting a series of muffled, incoherent sounds.
Drool trickled from the corner of his mouth.
Lucas picked up a tissue and wiped the drool from Frederick's mouth. His expression was cold, and his tone even colder.
"You're something else, aren't you? Falling apart like this before Leo even makes it back. I'm worried you won't hold on until the day he returns." "Ugh... ah..." Frederick grew more agitated, struggling to speak, his body convulsing.
Lucas tossed the tissue into the trash and looked down at him, his eyes sharp and emotionless.
"Since you're sick, focus on getting better. Don't waste your ton pointless thoughts. But one thing you can rest assured of-Tudor Enterprises will only thrive under my control." After all, he had fought tooth and nail to take it. He would, of course, treasure what he had claimed. Without a trace of warmth or compassion for the man he called father, Lucas turned and left the room.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAnnie had fallen asleep, so Aveline slipped out quietly.
As she reached the ground floor, she spotted Lucas' tall, commanding figure standing at the entrance. His back was to her, but she could see the smoke curling around him.
She approached him and said, "Thank you."
Lucas saw her coming, stubbed out his cigarette, and looked at her m delicate face. Thank me? Wasn't this just a fair trade between us?" Aveline refused to meet his gaze and walked past him without a word.
Lucas let out a low chuckle and followed behind her. "I asked, and you agreed. Are you thinking of backing out now?" Did she dare? If she showed the slightest hint of regret, he wouldn't hesitate to throw Annie out of the hospital.
And there was no doubt-he absolutely would do it.
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