Hospital, inside the VIP ward.
Austin Lucas was sitting by the bedside, carefully holding a porcelain bowl, spoon-feeding Lily porridge, one spoonful at a time.
Fortunately, Michelle Carter did not go too far this time. The aphrodisiac she bought from the black market would not harm pregnant women and fetuses. Otherwise, even if Mr. Lucas personally dealt with Michelle Carter and her daughter, it would not appease his heart's rage.
"After finishing this bowl of porridge, sleep well. When I'm not here later, I'll let Sadie come in to keep you company. Your throat hasn't recovered yet, so try not to talk if you can."
Since sending Lily to the hospital last night, Mr. Lucas had not once asked what had happened to her.
He didn't inquire why she was with Austin Lucas at the hotel.
Nor why she was drugged.
For Mr. Lucas, Lily could do no wrong anyway.
The people at fault were clearly Michelle Carter and Zara Lucas, who obviously had the intention of framing her.
