Chapter 3

Wendy POV

The second our eyes met, surprise flashed in Lucas's gaze.

He immediately cut off the call, shoved his phone into his suit pocket, and strode quickly toward me.

"Wendy? What are you doing at the hospital?"

"I wasn't feeling well, came for a checkup."

My gaze fixed on his face.

"What about you? Why are you at the hospital?"

A flash of guilt passed through Lucas's eyes, too quick to catch.

Then he smiled naturally.

"Brought a friend over."

"A friend?"

I looked toward the VIP ward area behind him.

"Really just brought a friend to the hospital?"

Lucas's expression didn't change. He even showed a hint of helpless amusement.

"What else? Who do you think it is? Just an ordinary friend. Don't overthink it."

I looked at him. After knowing him all these years, I only now discovered how seamlessly he could lie.

Lucas turned to show concern.

"Why didn't you tell me you weren't feeling well? Are you done with the checkup? What did the doctor say? Is it serious?"

I lowered my eyes.

"Just a small issue. Already taken care of."

"That's good."

Lucas seemed relieved. He glanced at my face.

"Since you're done, let me take you home to rest. You look so pale. You shouldn't have come to the hospital alone."

I said with hidden mockery,

"Don't you need to stay with your friend?"

"No need. I already called someone else to keep her company."

He stepped forward and supported my arm.

"Let's go. Let's go home."

So I didn't refuse, letting him support me superficially as we left the hospital and got the car.

On the road, halfway through the drive, an abrupt phone ringtone broke the silence.

Lucas glanced at the caller ID, then reflexively looked at me.

I had my eyes closed, resting.

Lucas didn't hesitate and hung up directly.

The ringing stopped abruptly.

The car interior returned to quiet. Lucas explained casually,

"Unknown number. Probably a telemarketer."

I kept my eyes closed, showing no reaction. Only my fingers resting on my knees curled slightly.

The car pulled into the villa's garage.

Lucas came around and opened the door for me. Seeing me move slowly as I got out, he scooped me up in his arms.

I instinctively tried to break free.

"I can walk on my own."

"Don't be stubborn."

Lucas carried me toward the house, his brows furrowed.

"Your face is this pale. What exactly did the checkup find? Where's the medicine the doctor prescribed?"

I said darkly,

"Just a small issue. It's nothing now."

If he knew that at the same time he and Melody were sent to the hospital, I had terminated their child, what would he feel?

Lucas looked down at me, as if trying to read something on my face.

But I had already closed my eyes.

He ultimately didn't press further and carried me straight upstairs to the bedroom, gently laying me on the bed and pulling the covers over me.

"Rest well."

He leaned down, seemingly wanting to kiss my forehead.

I turned my head away.

Lucas's movement froze, but he quickly straightened up, his tone unchanged.

"I'll have the housekeeper bring dinner up. I still have some things at the company. I'll come back later to keep you company."

He turned and left, gently closing the door behind him.

The bedroom fell completely silent.

I opened my eyes. A dull ache came from my lower abdomen, but it was nothing compared to the tearing pain in my chest.

Then I pulled out my phone and finally made up my mind to contact a divorce lawyer.

After resting at the villa for two days, I went out to get the divorce papers, then headed to Sterling Group.

The receptionist and secretaries all recognized me. I made it all the way to the CEO's office door without obstruction and knocked.

Lucas was sitting behind his desk. Looking up and seeing it was me, his face immediately lit up with a smile as he rose to greet me.

"Wendy? What brings you here?"

He took my hand and led me to the lounge area.

I handed him the document.

"There's something I need you to sign."

Lucas glanced at the ordinary document envelope and raised an eyebrow.

"What's this? A property contract, or do you want to buy some jewelry?"

I was thinking about what excuse to use to get him to sign when the office door was suddenly pushed open.

"Mr. Sterling! Something's wrong!"

His assistant Sam rushed in breathlessly.

"Miss Sinclair didn't make an appointment and came straight up! We couldn't stop her. She's already at the elevators!"