Chapter 7 Lucas instinctively pushed her away. "My mom's awake." Every word came through gritted teeth. "Three years ago, you deliberately accelerated and crashed into her, didn't you?" Chloe's legs went weak and she nearly collapsed. She grabbed Lucas's sleeve, tears streaming down her face. 'Lucas, let me explain! I was so scared. Your mom said she'd expose my fake credentials and transfer you to an overseas branch. I couldn't handle being separated from you." Lucas shook off her hand, disgust filling his eyes. Chloe broke down completely. I just wanted to scare her! I've loved you since we were kids, since kindergarten... you promised to marry me! What is Eva? She's just Come homewrecker who took advantage!" At those words, Lucas's expression turned dangerous. He grabbed Chloe's chin, gripping so hard she cried out in pain. If I hear you say one more word about Eva, I'll make sure you never speak again." Chloe was terrified. ust then, Lucas's phone rang. Principal Grant, we have a crisis!" Board member Chen's voice was frantic. That parent from before brought reporters to the school! She checked her home security footage-it wasn't Ms. Mitchell who seduced er son, it was Ms. Bennett!" ucas slowly turned to look at Chloe, his eyes filled with sickened disbelief. Mr. Chen, immediately suspend all of Chloe Bennett's duties and cooperate with police investigation. Contact media to prepare a tatement clearing Ms. Mitchell's name." After hanging up, Lucas looked at Chloe's tear-streaked face and felt utterly revolted. This was the person he'd treasured all along, the one he'd hurt Eva for! 'Get out." He pointed at the door. "From now on, don't let me see you again." Chloe burst into hysterical laughter. 'Lucas Grant! You think Eva will forgive you? You let her be humiliated in front of the whole school until she miscarried. You know exactly what your buddies did to her! She'll never forgive you for the rest of her life!" Lucas felt like a blade had pierced his heart. Chapter "Get out!" Three months passed in a flash. Here in Washington D.C., I was in a State Department trade negotiation meeting, practicing simultaneous interpretation. The nightmare from three months ago-the miscarriage pain, the public humiliation-all of it had faded thanks to staying busy. During the meeting break, Daniel handed me some chamomile tea. As I took the cup, my fingertips accidentally brushed his hand. He quickly curled his fingers back, making me nervous too. My mentor was now a senior interpreter at the State Department, but still kept that shy quality. Daniel cleared his throat softly and pulled out a folder from his briefcase. 'Next week's International Economic Summit materials. I've already highlighted the key points for you. After a few more major conferences like this, you can try doing simultaneous interpretation on your own." Looking at all those detailed notes, my heart warmed. Since arriving in D.C., Daniel had been like a solid barrier between me and my past. He'd helped me find a studio apartment, worried I'd be lonely so he got me a rescue dog. Knowing I was weak after the miscarriage, he took a twenty-minute detour every day to drive me to work. ust as I was about to thank him, my phone buzzed violently. Seeing it was an unknown number from New York, I angrily hit decline. That bastard again?" Daniel's jaw clenched. or three months, Lucas had tried every desperate way to contact me, even harassing Daniel. shook my head and slammed my phone to silent: "Forget him. I'm done with his bullshit."