Chapter 73: To share your pain
Lucius abruptly pulled the car over to the side of the highway, the sudden movement causing Sylvia to jolt in her seat.
Confusion spread across her face as he stepped out, making his way to the trunk. The sound of the suitcase hitting the pavement echoed in the silence of the night.
"Get out," Lucius’s voice was sharp as he leaned down to peer through the driver’s side door.
"You can’t just leave me here—" Sylvia’s words barely left her lips before Lucius cut her off, his tone colder, harsher.
"Get out before I make you." His voice now thundered barely containing his rage, and his eyes, burning with fury. When Sylvia remained frozen, shocked by the intensity of his anger, Lucius stormed around the car, wrenching her from the passenger seat with a force that took her breath away.
"Lucius, it’s the middle of the night!" Sylvia yelled, panic creeping into her voice as she glanced at the desolate stretch of highway around them. "You’re leaving me stranded out here?"
"Call a taxi," he spat, his glare icy and unrelenting. "Find a hotel." Without another word, Lucius climbed back into the car, slamming the door shut. As he sped off, his hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white, his heart thudding violently in his chest.
Lucius somehow made it home, though he barely remembered the drive. The moment he entered the house, he headed straight for the bedroom. The soft light from the bedside lamp cast a warm glow on Layla’s sleeping form, her small body nestled under the covers, peaceful and undisturbed.
The maid who had been watching over her rose quietly from the chair by the bed, bowing her head in acknowledgment before slipping out at Lucius’s silent command.