Julian had clung to that phone with everything he had, all just to hand it over to Turas. But as for why, Lawas still hadn’t figured that part out. This version of Julian was actually kind of intriguing. It looked like things were about to get interesting.
The curve at the corner of Lucas’ lips deepened. Desmond caught the smile through the rearview mirror, and goosebumps instantly rose on his arms. He recognized that expression. It was etched in his memory–the last time he saw it, the man in question had been buried, with weeds over his grave growing over a meter tall. That smile meant one thing: Lucas was about to take this seriously.
Desmond could only pray silently that Julian would come clean soon. Or maybe, he hadn’t been too involved in the whole thing because if he had, he was as good as dead. With Lucas’ temper, he wouldn’t be letting that go. The only reason Julian was still alive, still sitting in a holding cell, was because he might be holding onto something valuable. Nothing more.
When they got back to the hospital, Desmond stayed downstairs. Aurora had met him before, and if he went up now, he might blow Lucas’ cover. At this point, even Desmond could tell that Lucas had no intention of revealing his identity. So, he stayed put, quietly waiting at the entrance.
As Lucas went upstairs, he was in a genuinely good mood. Back when Aurora was still bedridden, this room had felt like a prison. He hated walking into it, always feeling like he didn’t belong there. Every time he stepped inside, it felt hard to even breathe.
But now, things were different–he didn’t have to hold back anymore, especially after seeing Aurora’s smile, it felt like life itself had meaning again. Just the thought of opening that door and seeing the woman he loved waiting inside filled him with eagerness. With that in mind, his pace quickened. What more could a man ask for, really? Everything he worked for, everything he endured–wasn’t it all to give the woman he loved a better, safer life?
When Lucas opened the door, a faint smile curved his lips. He had only taken a few steps inside when he heard Megan’s voice. Lucas felt a rare sense of satisfaction–he hadn’t expected Megan to actually show up early and be reliable for once.
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But before he could take another step, his eyes suddenly widened, and he rushed forward, all calmness vanishing from his eyes. “Careful!” He let out a low cry and reached out to catch Aurora by the waist, keeping her from falling.
Aurora patted her chest, still shaken. She’d really thought she was going to collapse. It turned out she had overestimated herself.
Lucas’ face was tight with tension, though he forced himself to suppress his anger. He steadied Aurora first, then finally let out a breath of relief.
Seeing his expression, Aurora felt a rare twinge of guilt. “You’re back so suddenly?” And, so perfectly timed. Of course, that last part she kept to herself. One look at Lucas’ darkened face, and she didn’t dare say anything unnecessary.
Megan, who had been eating in the other room, heard movement from the bathroom and rushed over, still chewing. “What happened, what happened?” Her panicked voice immediately drew Lucas’ attention.