His unwanted wife, the world’s coveted genius

Chapter 588:

Belinda hesitated briefly before throwing off the blanket, grabbing her phone, and checking her messages. There was a new message from Vincent.

It was a photo.

Looking at the photo, Belinda was confronted with a shocking image of a hand draped downward, the flesh marred by embedded glass shards and oozing blood.

Belinda’s breath caught in her throat.

Then, another message from Vincent appeared. “I’m telling the truth, Belinda. You need to come here now.”noveldrama

Belinda put her phone away and lay back down. However, the vivid image of Lucas’ injured hand lingered in her mind, growing more distressing the more she tried to ignore it.

After a couple of minutes, she rose, went to her closet, and got changed.

She told herself this would be the last time she meddled in Lucas’ affairs.

Leaving the Thomas family’s residence, she drove towards the Dream Club.

On the way, she unconsciously sped up.

At the Dream Club, Belinda pushed open the door to the private room and stepped inside.

Vincent quickly lifted his head when he heard the door open. His eyes lit up when he saw Belinda approach, though her expression was dark.

“You’re finally here! Lucas is all yours now. Please help deal with his wound.” Vincent frantically gestured toward the medical kit sitting on the table.

Belinda didn’t say a word and walked straight over to Lucas, who was slumped on the sofa with his head thrown back and his eyes tightly shut. His injured hand hung limply by his side, matted with dried blood.

Belinda sat down next to him and reached out to take his hand. The moment she touched him, however, Lucas jerked his hand away.

“Don’t touch me!” His voice was low and gravelly.

“Lucas Clark!” Belinda snapped, her expression dark.

Lucas visibly tensed at the sound of her voice. He slowly opened his eyes. When he saw Belinda right beside him, his bloodshot eyes gradually regained focus. But due to his drunken state, his mind was a little sluggish. It took him a moment to register what he was seeing, and even then, he sounded uncertain as he called out, “Belinda?”

Vincent quickly interjected before Belinda could even respond, “Yes, your Belinda is here! She came as soon as she heard that you were hurt. See, she’s about to treat your wound, so you need to stay still.”

Lucas nodded obediently and sat up straight. “Okay,” he muttered, his eyes never leaving Belinda’s face.

Belinda took Lucas’ hand and picked up the tweezers. “I need you to turn on the torch on your phone and shine it over here for me,” she told Vincent.

“Oh, okay.” Vincent wasted no time doing that.

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