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    Faye gave a quick nod. “Got it. Let’s go.”


    Belinda leaned closer to Lucas, her voice gentle as she whispered, “Lucas, time to wake up. We’re leaving.”


    After a brief pause, Lucas managed to stand upright.


    Supporting his arm, Belinda steadied him as they walked toward her car nearby.


    Lucas, heavily intoxicated, stumbled with each step, his movements unsteady.


    Faye, watching closely, nearly stepped in to assist multiple times but held back, recalling Lucas’ earlier words.


    Belinda was surprisingly strong, guiding Lucas to the car with effort but without major struggle.


    During the drive, Lucas leaned his head on Belinda’s shoulder, his hand firmly sped around hers.


    Faye, behind the wheel, nced at them through the rearview mirror.


    “Belinda, you and Uncle Lucas are really close,” she remarked.


    Belinda offered a quiet smile, saying nothing in return.


    Upon reaching home, Belinda once again took charge, helping Lucas out of the car.


    Faye trailed behind as they entered the house.


    Belinda eased Lucas onto the sofa, where he sank into the cushions. Straightening up, she exhaled deeply, then gestured to a nearby chair. “Faye, take a seat. I’m heading to the kitchen to make Lucas some warm soup to help him sober up.”


    Faye nodded. “Sure, Belinda. I’ll keep an eye on Uncle Lucas.”


    As Belinda disappeared into the kitchen, Faye approached the sofa and sat beside Lucas.


    His eyes were shut tight as if he had drifted off to sleep.


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    A sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead.


    Faye’s expression flickered when she saw that.


    She grabbed a tissue from the coffee table and leaned in to dab the


    She began to dab the sweat away.


    But the moment the tissue grazed Lucas’ skin, his hand shot out, mping onto her wrist with rming strength.


    Faye gasped, her face contorting in pain.


    “U-Uncle Lucas, it’s me, Faye!” she stammered, struggling to pull free. “Please, let go!”


    But Lucas’ grip only tightened, unyielding. No matter how she twisted, Faye couldn’t escape.


    In desperation, she called his name, hoping to wake him up. But it was futile.


    Lucas remained unresponsive, his hold growing even fiercer.


    Panic surged within Faye.


    Terrified that Lucas’ grip might break her wrist soon, she raised her voice.


    “Belinda! Belinda! Please, help me!”


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