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Aveline met his eyes with a calm gaze, but her tone had a hint of coldness. "Lucas, the real issue is that you don't trust me."

Lucas' brows furrowed tightly.

Aveline spoke gently, "I could reveal the truth to you this time. But what if someone frames me again and I can't prove my innocence? Will you just assume I'm guilty?"

Lucas pressed his lips into a straight line. He really couldn't guarantee he would believe her.

He closed his eyes, and suddenly, certain images flashed in his mind-a woman holding a toy to amuse him, he happily took it, but the moment he held it, it exploded. His hand was left bloodied and

torn...

Such incidents had happened countless times.

Aveline said, "So, to avoid such misunderstandings, how about we get a divorce?"

If they divorced, anything that happened to him would have nothing to do with her. She wouldn't have to feel hurt and sad over his actions anymore.

Lucas stared at her coldly. "After all that talk, your goal is divorce. Aveline, you can forget about it!"

Aveline pressed her lips together. She had failed again.

Sigh...

"Miss Winter?" A bodyguard's hesitant voice broke the silence at that moment.

Aveline looked over and saw Sophia had fainted.

Lucas saw it too and simply said coldly, "Take her to the hospital."

"Yes, sir."

The bodyguard immediately picked up Sophia and took her to the hospital. They had to keep this matter from Frederick, or things would get complicated.

Aveline turned and started to leave. Lucas watched her retreating figure, feeling extremely frustrated.

Aveline left Bluewater Bay Villa and called for a taxi, standing by the roadside to wait. She lowered her eyes slightly, unable to shake off Sophia's words from her mind. When Lucas had first regained his memory, he didn't treat Sophia like this; he even wanted to divorce her for Sophia.

So, what had changed? Why had he spoken to Sophia so cruelly now? Was there something she didn't

know about?

As Aveline pondered, a car pulled up, and she looked up to see Lucas' cold, devilishly handsome

through the lowered window.

She didn't move.

face

"Get in. I'll take you," Lucas said.

"No need. I've called for a taxi," Aveline replied, still refusing.

Lucas grew more irritated and was about to get out of the car when another car approached.

Aveline's phone rang, and she answered, "Hello?"

"Hello, are you the passenger with the phone digits ending with 6965?" the driver asked.

Aveline nodded and looked at the car, seeing the license plate matched the one she had called.

She walked towards it:

Behind her, Lucas' cold gaze followed her until she got into the taxi, and then he couldn't see her

anymore.

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"Get out," he ordered the driver coldly.

The driver quickly exited the car.

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