At that moment, Lucas' phone vibrated. He took it out and saw a surveillance

video.

Maria had found the footage from the time of the incident.

Lucas played the video and discovered it was just as Aveline had described: someone had pushed Barbara's wheelchair.

However, due to the angle of the camera, it was impossible to see who pushed the wheelchair.

The wheelchair rolled downhill until a masked attendant stopped it. The attendant kept his head down, revealing only that he was a tall man, but his face was unclear. Lucas frowned.

He quickly composed a message and sent it out.

Looking up at Aveline, he asked, "Are you tired?"

Aveline pressed her lips together and said, "I want to leave."

Lucas responded, "It's not over yet. You can't leave."

Aveline looked at him, frowning. "What do you mean? Don't you believe me?"

Seeing her agitation, Lucas replied, "I believe you, but we can't leave until this is resolved."

Aveline still felt uneasy.

But then she thought, even though he didn't trust her, he still refused to mention divorce. Aveline just felt exhausted.

As time passed, the guests gradually left, and the large Tudor family estate quickly became quiet. Frederick saw off the last guest, and as the door closed, his expression darkened immediately.

"Go, bring Lucas and Aveline down here!"

He sat on the living room sofa, his face stern.

Yvonne sat beside him. "Frederick, don't get angry. Take care of your health."

Frederick didn't respond, but his expression grew even more grim.

Soon, footsteps echoed from the stairs as Lucas and Aveline descended, one after the other.

Lucas had already taken off his suit jacket, his shirt collar slightly open, showing his growing impatience. "Disturbing our rest so late at night-isn't that a bit much?" Frederick slapped the table and said coldly, "Who let her out? Lucas, she harmed the grandmother who loves you the most! And you just let her off so easily?" Lucas sat on the sofa, holding Aveline's hand. "You say she harmed her? Did you see it?"

Frederick responded, "Someone saw it!"

At that moment, the butler approached, followed by two servants-the same two who had first seen Barbara's wheelchair about to tip over. "They saw it. Do you still want to deny it?"

Lucas looked at the two servants and asked, "Did you see her push the wheelchair with your own eyes?"

"Yes, Mr. Lucas, I saw it with my own eyes!"

"That's right, I saw it too!"

The two servants spoke in unison.

Lucas narrowed his eyes and suddenly let out a sneering laugh. "The Tudor: owner of this content.

family really raised a bunch of useless people. If you saw it, why didn't you

step in to stop it? What were you doing?"

The two servants were stunned, both feeling the powerful, chilling aura emanating from Lucas, their faces paling

Frederick interjected, "They were indeed at fault, but the biggest culprit is her!"

He pointed at Aveline, his tone grim. "You will divorce her tomorrow. A woman with such a venomous heart is unworthy of being a Tudor's wife!"

Aveline's breath hitched, and she suddenly thought, if it really was her doing, would that mean Lucas would have no choice but to divorce her?

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