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    While Belinda stood in the kitchen, waiting for the kettle to heat, Faye’s desperate screams shattered the quiet from the living room. Belinda froze for a split second before rushing out.


    As she reached the living room, Faye’s pleas grew more frantic. “Belinda, please, make Uncle Lucas release me!”


    The sight before her left Belinda momentarily speechless, a mix of emotions swirling within her.


    Without wasting a moment, she stepped forward and gently touched Lucas’ hand, the one mped tightly around Faye’s wrist.


    “Lucas, release her,” she said softly, her voice calm.


    Her words seemed to reach Lucas. His tense expression softened, and his grip on Faye loosened as heplied.


    The moment her wrist was free, Faye exhaled in relief, rubbing her sore wrist with a grimace.


    The pain had been intense; she had genuinely feared her wrist might break.


    Belinda turned to her. “Faye, what happened?”


    Feeling a bit aggrieved, Faye pouted before exining, “I noticed Uncle Lucas had sweat on his forehead, so I grabbed a tissue to wipe it off. But the second I got close, he grabbed my wrist.”


    Faye had wanted to wipe Lucas’ sweat?


    Belinda’s face shifted subtly. She wasn’t sure what to say about the matter.


    After a brief silence, she said, “Faye, the water should be ready now. Go to the kitchen, pour some hot water into a cup, and mix in some cold water.”


    “Okay,” Faye mumbled, still nursing her wrist as she walked to the kitchen.


    Belinda looked at Lucas, sprawled on the sofa, clearly drunk. A faint smile crossed her lips.


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    Silently, shemended him in her mind. He had done great.


    Leaning in, she pressed a soft kiss to his lips, her spirits lifting. Knowing that he had reflexes like that, she had no worries about anyone taking advantage of him when he was out drinking.


    Soon, Faye returned with the water.


    Belinda took the cup, checked its temperature, and turned to Lucas. “Come on, Lucas, drink this.”


    She gently propped him up, one hand steadying his neck, the other guiding the cup to his mouth.


    At the sound of her voice, Lucas drank obediently.


    Once he finished, Belinda helped him stand. “Let’s head upstairs to the bedroom.”


    She supported him as they moved toward the elevator. Faye followed them without hesitation.


    Belinda’s eyes flickered briefly, but she didn’t say anything about it.


    After settling Lucas onto the bed, she let out a long breath.


    Faye quickly said, “Belinda, you should go freshen up with a shower. I’ll stay here to keep an eye on Uncle Lucas.”


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