Chapter 1091



Lucas’ expression was dark, his jaw clenched in fury.

Belinda’s gaze was icy as she locked eyes with Diego, her entire being radiating contempt.

Raising her voice, she said, “Your only concern is your son! Have you ever stopped to think about the pain your actions might bring upon others?”

The memory of her anguish resurfaced vividly. When she had believed she was infected with HIV, the despair had been suffocating. Her world had crumbled.

At that time, as she had wandered aimlessly across the bridge, a terrifying thought had crossed her mind—she had wanted to jump off the bridge and end everything.

Diego’s face was awash with regret. “I know I was wrong! I understand everything now! Believe me, I regretted it afterward! But… I was left with no choice. As a father, how could I stand by and let my son’s right hand be cut off? I had to do that back then!”

“Left with no choice?” Lucas repeated, his tone eerily calm. Then, a smirk spread across his lips. “Well said.”

Turning his head, he met Gordon’s gaze and issued a chilling command. “Capture his son and cut off his right hand.”

The words sent a shudder through the room, freezing everyone in stunned silence.

Belinda instinctively turned to Lucas.

Diego’s face drained of all color instantly.

He gaped at Lucas, unable to believe what Lucas had just said.

Panic clawed at his chest, and in an act of sheer desperation, he fell to his knees, hands pressed together in a pleading gesture. “No, Mr. Clark! NO! Please, don’t do this to my son! I know I was wrong! I truly do! Please, give us another chance!” His voice cracked, thick with despair.

Lucas’ face remained impassive, his demeanor cold.

“Yes, Mr. Clark.” Gordon nodded in acknowledgment and turned to carry out the order.

“Mr. Clark, please! Dr. Wright, I beg you! I truly understand my mistake now…” Diego’s pleas became frantic as he sobbed uncontrollably.

Never had he imagined that despite all his efforts, his son would still face the same gruesome fate. How could this be happening?

Belinda cast a glance at Diego, her lips slightly parted as if she wanted to say something, but the words never came.

In the end, she inhaled deeply and turned away.

Without further delay, Lucas and Belinda instructed two bodyguards to escort Diego directly to the Grand Plains General Hospital. They also went there with them.

Lucas and Belinda proceeded straight to the Director’s office.

It wasn’t long before Caiden arrived as well.

“Mr. Clark, Dr. Wright, what brings you here?” the director inquired, his voice laced with unease.

Caiden had informed him that Belinda had agreed to persuade Lucas not to target his hospital, but he was unsure whether her words would truly influence Lucas.

Now, seeing the two of them in the hospital, their expressions solemn, the director felt anxious and worried.

Belinda turned toward him, her face devoid of warmth. “There is an issue with my blood test results here.”

Her voice was firm, each word measured. “When I had my tests conducted at the Grand Plains General Hospital, someone deliberately tampered with the results. I have since undergone blood tests at six other hospitals, and they all confirmed negative results.”

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