“Miss Sanders won’t blame you,” Steven said nonchalantly, trying to ease Scarlett’s guilt. As they left the hospital, James sat in his car with a heavy expression. While making a turn, he caught sight of a familiar vehicle. His brows furrowed—it was Lucy’s car. Could this entire incident have been orchestrated by Lucy? Fuming, James drove straight home. He stormed upstairs, kicking open Lucy’s door. “Get out here!” His voice was cold and distant, as if addressing a criminal. Startled, Lucy looked up at her brother, her body trembling as she stood. “James? What’s wrong?” Mrs. Chancer had stayed home instead of going to her usual card games. Hearing her son’s angry shout, she hurried upstairs to shield her daughter. “James, why are you treating your sister like this again?” “Come out,” James demanded, ignoring his mother entirely, his gaze fixed on Lucy with unrelenting authority. Under the weight of his sharp stare, Lucy reluctantly stepped out of her room, clutc
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