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    Vincent could understand Faye’s feelings right now.


    Nevertheless, he believed that prolonged dwelling on such matters would only prove detrimental to her well-being.


    Before Vincent could formte his response, Faye continued, “Don’t worry about me. You, Uncle Lucas, Belinda, and Ms. Yates have all invested considerable time in enlightening me through your conversations. I’ve absorbed your wisdom and acknowledged my mistakes before. I will adjust my mindset and won’t overthink things in the future.”


    Vincent refrained from immediatementary. He looked at Faye, his gaze still somewhatplex.


    Eventually, he released a gentle sigh. “It’s good that you think that way.”


    Following their return to the hotel, they retreated to their respective rooms to sleep.


    Having endured the majority of the night without sleep, they were exhausted.


    The next day.


    Belinda, nestled within the sterile hospital bed, slowly woke up.


    The moment her eyelids fluttered open, Lucas noticed it.


    He immediately leaned forward with unmistakable concern and anxiety etched across his features. “Belinda, you’re awake? How are you feeling now?”


    “Lucas…” Belinda’s voice was a bit hoarse.


    “Allow me to provide you with water first.” Lucas rose swiftly from his vigil, his hands moving with tender precision as he supported Belinda’s shoulders, guiding her into a sitting position. He then sat behind her, letting her lean against him, and brought a cup of water to her lips.


    Belinda was indeed thirsty and quickly drank the entire cup.


    Once she finished drinking, Lucas helped her lie back down on the bed.


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    Throughout the whole process, his movements remained extraordinarily gentle.


    “How do you feel now?” Lucas asked softly. “Does anything else feel off or painful?”


    “Only my head continues to throb with persistent aching.” Belinda’s features contorted with difort as she instinctively raised her hand to touch her injured forehead.


    However, before her fingers could make contact, Lucas intercepted her movement with swift precision.


    “Resist the urge to touch that area. You’ve sustained an injury there,” Lucas said gently.


    Belinda blinked in realization.


    No wonder she felt pain there.


    Lucas held Belinda’s hand tightly in his palm, his voice low and raspy. “Belinda, can you recall what happenedst night?”


    Upon hearing Lucas’s question, Belinda began to recall the events of the previous night…


    Her expression underwent a dramatic transformation, eventually bing serious as she locked eyes with Lucas. “Last night… Someone deliberately shoved me off the mountain.” Her tone carried absolute conviction.


    When Lucas heard that, his expression changed in an instant.


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