?<strong>Chapter 374:</strong>


    “Alright.” Reassured by the person’s words, Verena felt a weight lift off her shoulders.


    “Tonight at ten, meet me at our usual spot,” the person suddenly said.


    At this, Verena’s expression hardened.


    Anger seeped into her tone. “You… After everything I have gone through, you still…”


    The person cut her off sharply. “Stop the act, Verena. You better cooperate with me. You know I have a short fuse and little patience. Be there at ten o’clock, and don’t bete.” With that, the call ended abruptly.


    Verena clenched her phone tightly, biting down hard on her lip. A momentter, there was a knock at the door. Only then did she recall that Ryan was still outside. She quickly regained herposure and called out, “Come in.”


    Ryan entered, quietly shutting the hospital room door behind him. Noticing Verena’s pale demeanor, he frowned slightly and asked with concern, “What’s wrong, Verena? Is everything okay?”


    Nodding, Verena reassured him, “Everything is fine. I am just concerned that Lucas might dislike me because of this incident.”


    Ryan offered aforting smile and said, “You are overthinking it. Lucas isn’t the type to turn his back on someone he cares about. How could he ever dislike you?”


    Verena pressed her lips together and looked down, remaining silent. After a moment, she eventually said, “Ryan, why am I feeling so uncertain now? It seems to me that Lucas’ reaction this time isn’t showing that he cares about me.”


    Ryan paused for a moment, reflecting on her words. In fact, he shared her uncertainty, yet he aimed to reassure her, saying, “Verena, don’t worry too much. Opportunities like this are rare; you have to grab it!” He then changed the topic and asked, “Are you all set for tomorrow night’s n?”


    Verena nodded firmly. “Yes, I am ready for that. The n for tomorrow night will go smoothly.”


    “You can just sit back and wait to watch the show!”


    “Excellent,” Ryan responded with a knowing smile.


    It was already past ten in the evening, and Lucas still hadn’t returned.


    Belinday in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.


    The quiet room felt stifling, her thoughts racing too wildly to let her rest.


    Finally, she sat up, grabbed her phone, and dialed Mollie’s number.


    The call connected quickly. “Belinda, why are you calling me sote? What’s going on?” Mollie asked, her tone light but curious.


    “I am feeling restless and need someone to talk to,” Belinda admitted, her voice tinged with vulnerability.


    Mollie paused for a moment before responding, her tone softening. “You can’t sleep because you’re thinking about your rtionship with Lucas, right?”


    Belinda sighed.


    Tomorrow was Harold’s birthday, and, as nned, she and Lucas would finalize their divorce after the celebration.


    Yet tonight, the weight of it all pressed heavily on her chest.


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