Lucas didn’t respond. His gaze lingered on me, unreadable.
She giggled, “Put it on for me?”
After a pause, he picked up the necklace and fastened it around her neck.
Then, on tiptoe, she suddenly threw her arms around his neck, kissed his cheek, and turned to me with a triumphant smirk.
I didn’t say a word.
Suddenly, Lily staggered with a cry. “Ah!”
Lucas rushed to catch her and then turned to glare at me. “What are you trying to do now?”
Without responding, I handed him the document folder. “Sign.”
He opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Lily clutched her stomach. “Ah! Lucas, my stomach... it hurts!”
Panic flickered in his eyes. Without even glancing at the document, he scrawled his signature, scooped her into his arms, and said, “I’m taking you to the hospital!”
I turned to leave, clutching the signed papers—only to be tripped violently from behind.
I crashed to the ground. My forehead slammed against a metal fixture, and a warm stream of blood began trickling down my cheek.
Lucas turned instinctively, eyes filled with hesitation as if he might come help me.
“Lucas! It hurts... please! The hospital!” Lily sobbed, gripping his sleeve tightly.