Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 418

Inch nodded, his face a shade too white. "I know."

With a grunt of acknowledgment, Lucas dropped the subject.

Inch left without another word.

I had no clue what was going on between those two. I just sat there, wondering what Lucas was going to say or do to me next, or where he planned to stash me.

Lucas looked at me, his face a blank slate. "Did you put on the medicine?"

I pressed my lips together, annoyed by his pointless chatter. "Get to the point. What's this? You hit me and now you are offering a treat?"

His eyebrows knitted together, clearly not thrilled, but he kept his cool and stepped closer. "Yvette, I'm not the one who hurt you."

I could not help but laugh. "Does it make a difference?" He dragged me here just to make my life miserable. It did not matter who actually did the hurting.

He clamped his mouth shut after seeing my reaction and said nothing more.

Soon after, Inch stumbled in, his body covered in bruises and limping. I was taken aback at the sight. However, I just scrunched up my forehead and let it go without asking any more questions.

"Take good care of her," Lucas said, his eyes briefly meeting mine before flicking to Rebecca at my side. With that, he spun on his heel and strode out. Inch gave me a look, his mouth opened as if he was about to say something, but then he clamped it shut and hobbled out after Lucas.

Now it was just me and Rebecca in the room. I leaned against the bamboo wall, dabbed some medicine on my wound, and felt the sting fade away. As the pain subsided, a wave of worry washed over me.

Lucas had been gone a lot lately, and that is when Yara made her move. It was clear that this would not be the last time she would try something; she probably saw me as her rival. The troublemaking of hers was not what scared me—it was the thought of her constant interference. How would I ever get a message to Gregory, to blow the whistle on this place, if she kept showing up?