In the hospital.room, Lucas walked in to see Sophia lying on the bed, her face pale.

Frederick and Yvonne were sitting beside her, talking.

Yvonne saw Lucas and said, "Lucas, you're here."

Sophia looked at Lucas with hopeful eyes, searching his face for any sign of concern.

But there was none.

Lucas' expression was cold and detached.

He pulled a chair over and sat down, crossing his long legs. "Where is it?"

Sophia's face was ashen. "Lucas, don't you care about me at all?"

Lucas repeated, "Where is it?" His tone grew even colder.

Sophia could hear the impatience in his voice, knowing that if she didn't give him what he wanted, he would definitely turn hostile.

"I've already had someone bring it over," she said weakly.

Frederick's face was stern. "Sophia is already in this condition, and you can't even show a bit of concern?"

Lucas let out a cold laugh. "Don't you all find this embarrassing?"

Sophia's face turned even paler.

Frederick felt a surge of anger, wanting to throttle him.

But realizing he only had this one son, he held back.

Yvonne spoke softly, "Lucas, no matter what, Sophia has saved you twice. If you don't show some gratitude, it just doesn't sit well."

Sophia quickly interjected, "Madam Yvonne, please don't say that. I did it willingly. I don't want to force Lucas. If Lucas has feelings for Aveline, I won't come between them."

Lucas said, "You heard her, right? She has no intentions of interfering. Yet you, as elders, keep pushing me to divorce. Isn't that disgraceful?"

The atmosphere in the hospital room grew even more tense.

Frederick stood up and walked out, afraid that if he stayed any longer, his rebellious son would drive him to his grave!

Yvonne sighed in exasperation. "Lucas, your attitude is tog harsh. What will you do in the Tudor family if your brother returns?"

Lucas looked at her. "Madam Yvonne, you think he won't come back, don't you?"

Yvonne's expression faltered. "What nonsense are you talking about? Of course, I hope he can come back. It would bring your father some peace."Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

She then gave Sophia a few more words of advice before leaving.

Now only Lucas and Sophia remained in the room.

Sophia's fingers clutched the bed sheet tightly, turning white from the pressure. "Is → Miss Young okay?"

Lucas replied indifferently, "You took the knife for her, so of course, she's fine."

Sophia fell silent, a look of unfamiliarity in her eyes as if she didn't recognize the man. in front of her.

He had always been cold, but he used to be gentle with her, especially after she saved him. He had been kind and warm.

But now...

How did it come to this?

Lucas had no intention of chatting with Sophia. The only reason he stayed was because of the item she mentioned. Unwilling to give up, Sophia asked, "Lucas, what did I do wrong? Why are you so distant? It wasn't like this before." Lucas looked up, his gaze icy. "You really don't know why?"

Sophia stiffened, her lips twitching. "I don't know what you're talking about."

What did he mean?

Could he have found out something?

Impossible!

Everyone involved in that matter back then was gone. There was no way he could

have discovered anything!

Sophia tried to calm herself, forcing herself to stay composed, though her eyes still held a trace of sadness.

"If Leo is really alive, he wouldn't want you to treat me like this."

As she spoke, she began to cry, her voice choked with emotion.