Chapter 522
<b>Chapter </b><b>522 </b>
The whipshed across Lucas‘ body, and he winced slightly. Hearing Frederick’s words, he retorted sarcastically, <b>“</b>If you hate me that much, you might as well kill me now.” Còntens bel0ngs to N?(v)elDr/a/ma.Org
“You think I don’t want to?” Frederick panted, exhausted from the beating, his eyes filled with malice.” Once I find Leo, I’ll dly kill you!”
Lucas‘ clothes were torn, and his arms and back were bleeding, presenting a gruesome sight. He looked at Frederick mockingly. “Well, you might never see him, even in death.”
“You ungrateful son!” Frederick’s chest heaved with anger, raising the whip to strike again.
Lucas stood up and said coldly, “Save your strength for next time. I have things to do.”
“Stop right there!” Frederick shouted, trembling with rage, pointing a shaking finger at him.
But Lucas never listened to him.
He had knelt down and taken the beating today for reasons Frederick couldn’t fathom.
Despite this, Frederick felt no satisfaction, only increased fury. He couldn’t help but think how much better it would have been if Lucas had died in the fire back then. The Tudor family would be a harmonious, peaceful ce, not the chaotic mess it had be because of him.
Yvonne hurried in and, seeing Frederick’s enraged face, quickly fetched his blood pressure medication. Frederick, don’t get so worked up. You need to take care of your health.”
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Frederick took his medication and drank some water, gradually calming down. “Didn’t he divorce Aveline? Find a suitable girl from another family for him to marry immediately and have an heir!<b>” </b>
Yvonne hesitated. “He won’t agree to that.”
Frederick sneered. “He has no choice! If he chooses to stay in the Tudor family, he must contribute.”
Yvonne looked troubled. “You know his temperament. He won’t go along with it.”
Frederick’s eyes were cold. “Then find a way to make him.”
Yvonne thought for a moment and said, “Even though he divorced Aveline, he still seems to care about her. Maybe we could have Aveline get pregnant?”
Frederick scoffed, “Someone like Aveline doesn’t deserve to bear a Tudor child!”
Yvonne sighed softly.
Frederick continued, “Go find a suitable match. I think the girl from the Thompson family would be a good choice. Spend more time with Mrs. Thompson<b>.</b>”
Yvonne nodded, “Alright, I understand.”
Lucas sat in his car, lighting a cigarette and taking a deep drag. He then noticed his phone on the seat. Picking it up, he saw that Aveline had called him numerous times.
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Chapter 522
A faint, mocking smile yed on his lips. After the incident, she hadn’t reached out to him, and he had been too busy to think about her. Now, she was calling him?
He thought she might never want to speak to him again.
He dialed her number back, put the phone on speaker, and tossed it onto the dashboard.
After three rings, the call connected, and Aveline’s gentle voice came through, “Lucas, where are you?”
Her tone was calm, betraying no emotion. If they were any other couple, the girl would probably be upset and want reassurance from the guy.
A look of derision crossed Lucas‘ face. They weren’t a couple at all.
“What do you want?” he asked coldly.
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