Chapter 826



But when Lucas had stepped in front of her, taking the knife without hesitation, her strength had crumbled. She wasn’t strong at all; she was very scared.

Minna hadn’t held back in her attack. The knife had plunged deep, and Lucas had bled heavily.

“Damn that Minna! Has she lost her mind? She dared to stab someone in public!” Johnson said, his face twisted with fury, teeth clenched.

“This time, she has gone too far. She’s not holding back. Her only goal is Belinda’s life,” Vincent said gravely from the side.

Hearing this, both Bethany and Johnson couldn’t help but feel a sense of lingering fear.

Both had seen the video. Belinda, distracted by the elderly woman, hadn’t noticed the danger closing in. When Minna had called Belinda’s name, she had turned, only to find the knife already aimed at her. If Lucas hadn’t pulled Belinda into his arms and shielded her with his body, that blade would have struck her heart.

After a while, Belinda straightened up, her tears subsiding. She wiped her eyes, still red from crying.

“Belinda.” Vincent’s voice suddenly cut through the tense silence.

Belinda turned to face him, her expression filled with lingering sorrow. With extreme seriousness, Vincent slowly spoke.

“We’ve all seen the video. Lucas… He could’ve protected himself. He could’ve kicked Minna away. But at that moment, he didn’t think about his own safety. All he cared about was you. That’s why he used the most reckless method. He used his body to block the knife because protecting you was all that mattered to him.”

Vincent’s words carried a heavy weight.

“Belinda, Lucas values you more than his own life.”

Hearing those words, Belinda felt her chest tighten, her heart aching as fresh tears welled up in her eyes.

Vincent’s words also made Bethany and Johnson fall silent.

Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway.

“Harold! Slow down, please.” When the figure came into view, Vincent was the first to react, quickly moving to steady Harold, who looked out of breath.

“Has Lucas come out yet?” Harold asked urgently, his voice strained.

“Not yet. Harold, take a moment to catch your breath,” Vincent said, guiding him to a chair to sit down.

Belinda’s eyes softened when she saw Harold.

“Harold,” she called softly.

Harold turned toward her, his face lined with worry.

“Belinda, are you alright?” he asked gently.

When Belinda heard that, a lump formed in her throat, and her chest tightened painfully.

Shaking her head, she replied, “I’m fine. But Lucas… He got hurt because of me. I’m so sorry—”

Harold interjected firmly, “Belinda, stop that. You don’t need to apologize. Since Lucas stepped in to protect you, it’s because he wanted to. He’s a grown man; he knows what he’s doing. And as a man, it’s his responsibility to protect the woman he loves. If he had stood by and let you get hurt, then I’d be angry with him.”

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