After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back (Aveline and Lucas) novel Chapter 884

Aveline still had her doubts, but as she studied Gavin’s composed expression, his lack of denial spoke volumes.

So… it was true.

If Selena found out, she'd be over the moon!

Aveline touched her nose, shifting her gaze away.

...

By evening, Wilfried had returned.

With New Year’s Eve approaching, members of the Tudor family were arriving one after another, filling the living room with lively chatter. The house buzzed with energy.

Aveline, feeling exhausted, had taken a nap upstairs.

When she woke, she remained in bed, listening to the occasional bursts of laughter and the sound of children playing in the snow outside.

Despite the warmth of the festivities, she felt a hollowness deep inside.

Aaron’s words echoed in her mind, causing her lips to tighten unconsciously.

She unlocked her phone, staring at the photo on her lock screen before her hand drifted to her stomach.

Just then, her phone vibrated. It was a message from Selena.

“Oh my God!”

“Ave, Lucas was shot! He’s been in a coma for a while now!”

“Ave, did you see the message?!”

Selena sent three messages in a row.

Aveline shot up in bed, the color draining from her face.

She knew every word in those texts, but somehow, strung together, they made no sense to her.

Worried, Selena hung up and immediately called Gernard.

Hearing the news, Gernard rushed upstairs, throwing open Aveline’s door to find her pale and frantically packing.

"Sis, what’s going on?!" Gernard grabbed her arm, his face full of concern.

"I need to go back to Cloudflare City, right now. Please help me, Gernard. Help me..." Aveline’s voice trembled as she gripped his arm tightly, her knuckles turning white.

Gernard frowned. "You want to leave now? But tomorrow is the New Year, and the whole family’s here. Are you sure this is—"

"I HAVE to go!" Aveline cut him off, her grip tightening. Her eyes were red with emotion. "I made a terrible mistake. I judged too quickly without knowing the truth. I need to go back—he’s waiting for me. Gernard, I need to go back!"

Though her words were disjointed, Gernard understood: she was desperate to return because of Lucas.

Gritting his teeth, he sighed. "Of all times, this had to happen now!"

He gently patted her shoulder. "Don’t worry, I’ll arrange for the private jet. You’ll be back with him tonight."