The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 722

The maternal concern froze on Lucille's face. The worry in her eyes was slowly replaced by a look of sheer shock and disbelief.

"Selena, what did you just say? I don't understand." She stood there, stunned, before finally forcing the words out.

I glanced at the designer bag on her arm again and let out a dry laugh. "Nothing. If you don't understand, let's just leave it at that."

Lucille's acting skills were truly top-tier. The confused, innocent look she wore was incredibly convincing.

If I hadn't already learned the truth from Ferris, if I hadn't fully realized the selfish, cold-blooded nature of this family, I might have actually fallen for her performance.

I had made my implications glaringly obvious, yet she still insisted on playing dumb. "Selena, are you misunderstanding me? Why would I ever use you?"

Misunderstanding?

I didn't even have the energy to argue anymore. I just stepped away. "Fine, let's call it a misunderstanding. You should head home now. You don't need to stay here and protect me."

I put heavy emphasis on the word 'protect'.

Lucille seemed to catch the underlying sarcasm. She glanced down at the bag in her hands and hurried after me, her tone laced with desperation. "Selena, do you think Ferris gave me this bag? You've got it all wrong. This bag..."

It would have been better if she hadn't mentioned it. But the moment she brought it up, the resentment and fury I had been suppressing surged straight to my head.