Now, Lucas's greatest weakness was his family. He thought that if Haisley distanced herself emotionally,if her love faded because of his cold demeanor, then the world would believe the same. But that plan slowly turned into pain. He was the one who felt it. He was the one who witnessed his wife fall into exhaustion without an embrace.
Even with Viona, the tiny baby girl, Lucas pretended to be indifferent. But secretly, he watched everything. He knew Viona's sleeping schedule, the pattern of her cries, even the exact water temperature used to clean her tiny body.
The way he held Viona just now didn't happen by chance. Lucas had studied it silently—from the pediatrician who cared for his daughter when he accompanied his wife to appointments, and from quiet observations every time Haisley spoke to the doctor.
