?<strong>Chapter 524:</strong>


    Lucas shook his head gently. “Car, this was Lyle’s idea, not mine.


    I’m merely taking his advice. Besides…”


    He paused for a moment, his voice lowering to a measured tone. “Isn’t your daughter known for her dramatics? I thought she might appreciate the spotlight.”


    Car’s face changed.


    She was caught off guard by Lucas’s words.


    She quickly said, “Lucas, this issue—”


    “Car,” Lucas interjected, his impatience thinly veiled. “I have been quite lenient out of respect for you. Otherwise, I would have asked Kylee to apologize to Belinda and p herself in front of the entire hospital staff.”


    Struggling for words, Car fell silent.


    Baker wanted to speak up but eventually stopped himself, knowing his objections would not change Lucas’s mind at all.


    Lucas continued, his tone even and detached, “If Miss Wright prefers not to do that, I won’t force her. I pride myself on being reasonable. However…”


    Kylee’s heart raced as Lucas paused for a moment.


    Nervously, she watched him, bracing for what he would say next.


    Lucas didn’t stay silent for long.


    With a light chuckle, he said, “That recording from yesterday might just y on a loop over the hospital’s loudspeakers.”


    Kylee’splexion drained of color in an instant.


    How could she possibly continue working at the Grand ins General Hospital if that happened?


    “Oh, and…” Lucas continued, “to keep Belinda from being upset by your presence, it seems you will need to leave the hospital, Mr. Wright.”


    His tone was casual, yet the threat in it was unmistakable.


    Kylee felt like a hand was tightening around her throat, making it hard to breathe.


    Tears quickly welled up in her eyes as she stammered out, “I-I will apologize to Belinda!”


    Given the situation, conceding was her only option.


    Lucas gave Kylee a brief nce, his lips twisting into a slight smile.


    He said, “Remember, when you apologize, make sure it’s sincere.”


    He then ced his coffee cup down with a gentle clink, stood up, and left with a rxed demeanor.


    Overwhelmed, Kylee covered her face and hurried upstairs, sobbing.


    “Kylee!” Baker called after her and then turned to Car, his voiceden with anxiety. “Car, why didn’t you defend Kylee just now?”


    Car’s face was stern as she met Baker’s gaze. “Do you think Lucas would listen to me? Besides, Kylee was in the wrong. It’s best she learns from this.”


    Once she understands the consequences, she is less likely to repeat her mistake.


    Car was overwhelmed with anger and self-me now, unable toprehend her daughter’s actions.


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