The moment those words fell, I saw it clearly—Lucas’s entire body swayed.
He stumbled back from the shove, as if someone had stabbed him straight through the chest, yet he didn’t even have the right to collapse. He could only stand there rigidly, frozen in place.
Clara’s words were too precise.
So precise that they left no gap, no c***k for escape.
His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to argue back, but in the end, not a single word came out. Every possible defense seemed pale and ridiculous at this point.
The scene of Juliette personally denying that Aria had harmed her—
That wasn’t an explanation.
It was a verdict.
Strike after strike, it came down hard on his nerves.
Lucas’s expression completely changed. Veins stood out at his temples, his body trembling uncontrollably.
