Chapter 197: Makes me sick
"Uncle, if that’s the case, you should show me your worst side," Roderick challenged Lucius. "Do you really think Layla is safe with you? I was willing to make amends for my mistakes, but you ruined everything," he spat bitterly with an unrestrained anger in his voice.
Their heated exchange was interrupted when Layla, who had overheard part of the conversation, stepped fully into the room, pushing the door open. Her unexpected presence silenced both men as they turned to look at her. Roger hesitated before following her inside.
"You’ll be discharged within an hour," Layla informed Lucius. "The reports came back favorable," she added, her gaze briefly settling on him.
"I told you I’d be leaving by this evening," Lucius said with a small smile, trying to diffuse the tension.
"I also spoke with Father," Layla continued, ignoring his attempt to lighten the mood. "He’s waiting for us at home," she announced, gently taking Lucius’s hand in hers.
"What?" Roderick blurted, unable to hide his disbelief. "I thought Uncle didn’t like living with us," he muttered, more to himself than to anyone else.
Layla’s lips curved into a mocking smile. "That’s not true. My husband chose to live alone in a separate mansion because of someone," she said pointedly as her sharp eyes shifted to Roger.
"Roger, could you please help Lucius change out of his hospital clothes? I’ll pack up the rest of the things here," Layla requested, her voice steady but firm.
"Of course!" Roger responded quickly, eager to assist. He moved to Lucius’s side, helping him off the bed and guiding him toward the changing room.