"Molly, I'm fine, just lying in the hospital for two days," Lucas Scott snapped back to reality, his thin lips slightly parted.
Upon hearing this, Zoe Yale was stunned.
Soon, she reacted, her small mouth slightly open, forming an O shape.
"Beautiful Uncle, is this a self-injury strategy? You're so cunning!"
Lucas Scott: ".....!!"
The plan was Evelyn Sherman's idea, she is the cunning one.
Lucas Scott was fine, and Zoe Yale quickly remembered Charles White, whom she had left outside the hospital, and hurriedly turned to run out.
"Why are you running so fast? Do you really wish I were terminally ill?" Lucas Scott stared at her back, lying back on the sickbed in frustration.
He forced himself to close his eyes, but sleep wouldn't come.
Stella York still didn't know about her body's condition; she had no clue that the child inside her would become her death sentence.
