His unwanted wife, the world’s coveted genius

Chapter 1241:

Verena let out a dramatic sigh. “Okay, Lucas, I’ll own up to knocking into Ms. Wright. I was jealous, alright? Seeing you two back together got under my skin, and I lashed out. But that’s it. I don’t know anything about the rest! Besides, I ended up drinking the spiked drink myself! Why would I sabotage Ms. Wright only to end up being the one who suffered?”

“I’ve already made up my mind that you did it. No matter how much you try to deny it, I won’t believe you,” Lucas stated icily, his patience worn thin by Verena’s endless lies.

Verena’s expression faltered, the weight of his accusation evident in her wounded gaze. “Lucas… How could you say something like that?” she muttered, disbelief laced in her tone.

“Enough!” A weary sigh escaped her lips as resignation settled over her features. “Since you’ve already reached your conclusion, nothing I say will make a difference.”

She paused, then let out a soft, bitter chuckle. “So be it.”

Lifting her eyes to meet Lucas’, she looked at him with a mix of sorrow and helplessness, her expression one of hurt.noveldrama

With a soft sob, she said, “Then tell me… What do you intend to do with me?”

Lucas, however, remained unmoved by her performance. He saw right through her feigned distress. Ignoring her question, he simply said, “You knew Kylee was responsible for Belinda’s exposure to HIV. How did you find out about that?”

Verena stiffened, caught off guard by the sudden shift in topic. Her mind stalled for a fraction of a second before she forced out a response, her voice unnaturally rigid. “I… I overheard the matter.”

“From whom?” Lucas pressed without missing a beat.

Verena hesitated, biting her lower lip. “Ryan,” she finally said. “He said Vincent was the one who had told him about the matter.”

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At that, Lucas let out a low, amused chuckle, as if she’d just told the most ridiculous joke. “Verena, if you’re going to lie, at least put in the effort to make it convincing.”

His sharp gaze pinned her in place. “Even Vincent doesn’t know about this. So tell me—how could he have possibly told Ryan that?”

Of course, this was a lie. Lucas had said it on purpose.

As he had expected, Verena’s pupils contracted, and her face went rigid.

Vincent didn’t know about this?

This couldn’t be right.

But Lucas’ expression was calm, as if he were simply stating the truth. A sliver of doubt crept in, making Verena wonder—could it be true? Did Vincent really not know about the matter?

Before Verena could gather her thoughts, Lucas continued, his voice as cold as steel. “You orchestrated Kylee’s kidnapping and assault, didn’t you?”

Panic surged through Verena. Instinctively, she shook her head. “No! That wasn’t me! I would never do something like that! Lucas, how could you accuse me of such a thing?”

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