As Lucas looked up, he looked through the rearview mirror and saw the thin figure who had just walked to the bus stop.
Evelyn looked slightly unsteady. He didn't know whether it was from low blood sugar or something else, but she had to support herself against the nearby billboard to stay upright. She seemed unwell.
His eyes remained cold and indifferent, yet he still spoke up. "Stop for a moment."
Tiffany and Sophia looked over.
Sophia was the first to notice Evelyn's condition and, guessing what Lucas was thinking, said in frustration, "Lucas, you're still fooled by her? She was dissatisfied just now. She's probably faking it!"
"Ignore her. If you don't ignore her, you'll fall into her trap," she added, urging him to leave.
Tiffany also looked back at Evelyn and smiled silently.
Evelyn's little acts were getting more and more frequent.
She couldn't succeed but was unwilling to settle for less. Hence, all she knew was how to beg for the love of a man who didn't love her. It was rather funny.
Lucas looked at the rearview mirror and pondered for a moment.
Sophia found it troublesome and decided to reach out and tug on his sleeve to get his attention. In doing so, her elbow unexpectedly bumped into Tiffany's arm.
Tiffany drew in a sharp breath.
Sophia panicked. "Did I hurt you?"
Lucas turned around almost immediately. "What's wrong?"
Seeing how concerned he looked, Tiffany smiled gently. "It's nothing. I bumped my wrist yesterday when I was in the workshop, looking at parts. It's much better now."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"It was so late—I didn't want you to worry," Tiffany replied as she shook her head.
Lucas pressed his thin lips together and immediately looked toward the driver. "Go to the hospital."
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