Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 386

Chapter 386

Lucas POV

I sat in my car in the hospital parking garage, staring at nothing

Miguel’s words kept replaying in my head: “When my daught wakes up, the last person she’ll want to see is you?

The finality in his voice. The disgust in his eyes.

I deserved it. All of it.

My hands gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles went white. The image of Sophia on that hospital bed-pale, broke wouldn’t leave my mind. And the baby. Our baby.

hooked up to

Gone.

Because of me. Because I’d been too blind, too consumed by my own twisted need for control to see what Claire really was.

I’d caged Sophia for seven years. Punished her for sins she never committed. And now she’d lost our child because of it.

My phone buzzed repeatedly. Finally, I looked down.

Aiden: [Boss, we need to talk. The preliminary investigation results should be ready soon. Victor’s team is working around the clock. }

I typed back: Keep me updated.

Then I turned off my phone and drove home.

The following days passed in a fog.

I didn’t sleep. Couldn’t eat. Just sat in my penthouse staring at the city lights and thinking about everything i’d lost

Around noon three days later, my doorbell rang

I ignored it.

It rang again. Then my phone buzzed.

Victor: I’m outside your door. Open up. We need to talk.

I dragged myself off the couch, and opened the don

Victor Ashford stood there in his usual impecable suit expril 20

You look like hell, he said bearly.

Get to the point, Victor

He walked past me into the penthouse, setting the envelope on the coffee table. The investigation results. Everything you asked for and more.”

I stared at the envelope. “Just tell me.”

The room tilted.

Seven years. Seven fucking years of believing I owed Claire my life. Of tolerating her manipulations because I’d genuinely thought shed weed me.

And all of it-every single moment-had been a lie.

‘Lucas?” Victor’s voice seemed to come from very far away. Are you alright?”

I stood abruptly, the papers scattering across the floor. I need to see her.

‘Sophia? Her father said.

“Not Sophia.” My voice came out cold Deadly. Clatte, I need to see Clair

Victor studied me for a long moment

She's being held at the county jail awaiting an appointment in a temporary meeting room

“Get me in there. I don’t care what it costs (want thirty Minicas glock with her

Victor nodded slowly. I’ll make some calls.”

Six hours later, I sat in a private consultation room at the county jail, waiting.

The door opened. Claire was led in, wrists cuffed to a metal ring bolted to the table. When she saw me, relief flickered across her face.