?<strong>Chapter 929:</strong>


    He quickly started the car and drove out of the parking lot. Belinda kept her promise and prepared the dishes Lucas wanted to have.


    That evening, at Belinda’s ce, Lucas once again relished her cooking and felt utterly content as he savored each bite.


    After dinner, Belinda leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table as she met his gaze expectantly.


    “Now, tell me—what’s your solution?”


    Lucas studied her for a moment before finally speaking, his voice low and deliberate.


    After Belinda heard what he said, her eyes sparkled with joy as realization washed over her. She leaped from her seat.


    “That’s right! Why didn’t I think of that? Lucas, you’re brilliant!”


    Filled with excitement, she turned and dashed straight for the door. The corners of Lucas’ lips curled into a yful grin. He stood up and followed her with a lighthearted chuckle.


    “Wait for me.”


    And just like that, they ventured out together into the night.


    At the Wright family’s residence, Kylee settled onto the plush living room sofa, her voiceced with confusion as she asked, “Mom, is something wrong? Why do you want to speak to me?”


    “Car, what happened?” Baker also asked, studying her carefully.


    “You don’t look like you are in a good mood.”


    Car turned toward Kylee, her voice calm.


    “Kylee, you’ve been home for days now. Don’t you have anything to tell me?”


    The moment those words left her mother’s lips, Kylee felt her stomach drop. A cold realization washed over her—Car must have learned the news about her dismissal.


    Pressing her lips together for a moment, Kylee admitted, “I was fired from the Grand ins General Hospital.”


    Car’s eyes remained unreadable.


    “What was the reason?” she asked.


    Kylee lowered her gaze, her fingers digging into the fabric of her clothes. She had no idea how much Car knew, which made her hesitant—unsure of how to answer that.


    “Answer me!” Car’s voice sharpened, slicing through the silence.


    Gritting her teeth, Kylee finally spoke again.


    “It’s… It’s because of Belinda. She—”


    Before she could finish, Car suddenly reached for the porcin cup on the table and, with one swift motion, hurled it to the floor. The cup shattered upon impact, the resounding crash echoing through the room.


    The sound startled Kylee, and her body immediately shuddered. Her breath hitched, her face turning pale.


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