Chapter 572



Harold looked up, puzzled. “What are you talking about?”

Lucas’ tone was icy. “You asked me to do things for you on purpose… So I wouldn’t interrupt Belinda and Devin’s meeting, right?”

Harold’s face flickered briefly with unease. He didn’t deny it, simply responding, “Yes.”

“Why?” Lucas’ voice rose.

“Because I want Belinda to be happy,” Harold replied.

Lucas couldn’t accept Harold’s reply. He exclaimed angrily, “Are you suggesting she can’t be happy with me? That she needs to be with someone else to be happy?”

Harold let out a cold chuckle upon hearing that. He faced Lucas squarely.

“Lucas, Belinda was with you for years. How many of those years do you think she was truly happy?”

Lucas felt a constriction in his throat. He was unable to utter a single word.

Before he could respond, Harold continued, “Now you claim to care for her? So what? Just because you’ve developed feelings for her now doesn’t mean she should still want you. Do you really think she can’t live without you?”

Harold’s words struck Lucas like arrows, piercing his heart. At that moment, Lucas was at a loss for words. He turned and hurried away.

Harold watched him leave, his expression a mix of emotions.

At the Dream Club, Lucas was quickly downing his eighth drink.

“Enough, drinking won’t help with anything,” Vincent said, intervening.

Lucas, his eyes bloodshot from too much alcohol, looked at Johnson and Vincent sitting next to him and asked, “Was I really so terrible to Belinda before?”

Upon hearing this, Johnson and Vincent exchanged a look before responding in unison, “Isn’t it obvious?”

After a moment, Vincent added, “You were really terrible to Belinda before.”

Just then, Johnson said, “Lucas, do you realize what really hurt Belinda?”

Lucas turned to Johnson, his expression serious. Vincent also looked curious.

Johnson continued, “The night you brought Verena to the Dream Club, Belinda was out in the rain for hours buying a cake for you, Lucas. She didn’t know it was actually for Verena. And after all her effort, Verena barely touched the cake before throwing it away.”

Lucas’ expression shifted in an instant when he heard that. Though it had been three years, he still remembered it clearly. That was the same night he had asked Belinda for a divorce.

“When was this? I don’t remember that,” Vincent said, confused.

Johnson gave a wry smile. “See? Everyone has forgotten about it. Even you, Lucas. You don’t care about that matter at all, right?”

Lucas didn’t know what to say, his throat suddenly dry.

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