Chapter 368



Yet, that was the extent of his emotional response—nothing more.

A feeling of resignation washed over him as he continued to look at Verena.

He realized now that he wouldn’t be going anywhere tonight.

His expression grew thoughtful as he considered what Belinda might be doing now—whether she was asleep or still upset with him.

Meanwhile, inside the house on the outskirts, things were far from peaceful. Harold, concerned about Belinda, had asked the maids to check on her every hour. To their shock, they discovered that Belinda had developed a high fever during the night.

They immediately called the family doctor, who arrived to find Belinda’s temperature at a concerning 102.5°F.

“Harold, it’s just a fever from the cold water. I know how I feel. I’ll be fine soon. You don’t need to worry about me,” Belinda attempted to reassure him, though her face was flushed with fever and her voice raspy.

“Is such a high fever trivial to you?” Harold responded, frustration evident as he stared at her. “When will you acknowledge that you’re not well, you stubborn girl?” He turned to Norma and said, “Get Lucas on the phone immediately. Tell him he needs to come home right now!”

Before Norma could make the call, Belinda interjected sharply, “Don’t!”

She paused for a moment, gathering her strength before saying, “Please, don’t call him. It’s just a fever, nothing grave. I’d rather he not be bothered.”

With a pained expression, biting her lip, Belinda looked earnestly at Harold and added with gravity, “I don’t want to see him now…”

Harold felt a wave of resignation wash over him. Yet, faced with Belinda’s firm resolution, he felt his hands were tied. He blamed his son for all this.

Before he could say anything more, Belinda spoke weakly, “Harold, please… Just don’t call Lucas over.”

With a sigh, Harold replied, “Alright. I won’t call him. You just focus on getting some rest.”

“Thank you,” Belinda replied in a grateful voice. “You should also get some rest. I’ve taken some medication already. I’ll be okay.”

After a few more reminders, Harold and Norma exited Belinda’s room. Left alone, Belinda lay down, feeling genuinely unwell, and eventually drifted off to sleep.

Her fever finally subsided around eight the next morning. Upon hearing the news, both Harold and Norma were immensely relieved.

“That’s a relief,” Harold exhaled deeply.

At that moment, the front door of the house burst open. Lucas entered from the outside.

The moment Harold saw Lucas, his face darkened instantly. Harold snatched a cup from the coffee table and hurled it to the floor near Lucas’ feet.

Hearing the loud sound, Lucas halted. The veins on Harold’s forehead stood out as he shouted, “Get over here!”

Lucas, who had not slept all night, appeared visibly exhausted, his eyes red and weary. He was not surprised by Harold’s furious reaction. Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward and faced Harold and Norma.

Harold sneered and said, “Oh, so you still remember to come back? You’re so concerned about Verena; why come back at all? You might as well stay by her side forever!”

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