Chapter 1468 Why Involve Her
'Where's Laura?' Bernice had a million questions buzzing in her head.
She didn't care about anything else. She didn't even bother with her slippers and dashed out barefoot.
Suddenly, the door swung open from the outside.
Lucas strolled in, rocking a light gray shirt and black casual pants, looking all tall and elegant.
He had a tray with milk and a sandwich, moving with this effortless grace.
"It was you?" Bernice got it right away. "You brought me here. Where's Laura?"
"Have some breakfast," Lucas said, placing the tray on the TV cabinet.
Bernice grabbed him, eyes blazing. "Did you leave her there?"
"She chose to stay. She's a good friend," Lucas said, glancing at the wrinkles on his shirt where she grabbed. "You should thank me. If I hadn't pushed her to go, you might not be alive right now."
"You jerk, I don't need you messing with my life. From the moment I kidnapped Megan, I didn't plan on surviving. You shouldn't have dragged Laura into this." Bernice glared at Lucas, then turned and bolted for the door.
"Where are you going?" Lucas caught her arm. "You planning to find Michael? Relax, Laura wasn't caught. The Jude Family protected her, and Michael can't touch her."
Bernice stopped, turning to look at him. "Where is she now? Michael saw Megan hurt like that but didn't go after Laura?"
"Bernice, you're usually smart and calm. How could you do something so reckless?" Lucas raised an eyebrow, his deep eyes curious.
"So Michael did hurt Laura?" Bernice quickly picked up on the hint in his words.
Lucas pressed his lips together and said lightly, "Laura got kicked twice by Michael. Derek took her to the hospital. She has a broken rib and is being treated, but this is the best outcome."
"This is not the best outcome at all. Why did you involve Laura? She's innocent." Bernice's eyes were bloodshot, her usual calmness gone, looking like she was about to lose it. "Lucas, you're just meddling."
Lucas sneered.
He tightened his grip on her arm a bit.
For a moment, Lucas really wanted to tear Bernice apart.
"Bernice, don't be ungrateful. Laura is Michael's wife. She had a child for him, but seeing Megan hurt like that, he was going to send her to the police. If he knew it was you, he would've shot you on the spot," Lucas cruelly laid out the truth.
"Also, let me remind you, you're a signed artist with our company. You have over ten endorsements, two TV series, and a movie about to start. If something happens to you, you'll owe seven to eight billion dollars in breach of contract. Do you think you can just die and escape your responsibilities? Do you want to drive your mother to her death?"
That was Bernice's biological mother.
Not hers.
But no matter what, the body she was in was born by Bernice's mom.
Bernice finally wavered, admitting she acted impulsively.
But she was a person burdened with hatred. From the moment she learned of Esmeralda's death, she lost her calm.
In fact, Bernice felt that her only purpose in life was revenge.
She was living in someone else's body, leading a life that felt utterly pointless.
Bernice's eyes started to redden with pain.
Tears welled up, but she held them back.
It was the first time Lucas saw her like this, and it felt like a small stone was thrown into his heart, causing ripples.
He reached out, wanting to hug her.
Bernice stepped back and pushed him away. "Lucas, thanks for covering for me yesterday, but that's it. The one who made sacrifices for me was Laura, so it's impossible for me to be moved by you."
Lucas looked at her coldly, saying, "Bernice, do you have to be so realistic?"
"You're the realistic one." Bernice met his gaze with calm eyes. He was very handsome, always so distinguished, but she could never like him, not even feel grateful.
"Last night, you could have helped me solve the problem, but you weighed it in your mind. To you, I wasn't worth any loss, so you involved Laura. This way, you helped me without any cost to yourself. You and Michael are still good friends, and you get to keep the reputation of saving me. How nice," she said.
"Bernice, do you know what I like about you?" Lucas felt uncomfortable under her penetrating gaze. Usually, it was him looking at other women like this.
But today, it was a woman seeing through him, making him quite annoyed.
Lucas grabbed Bernice's chin. "I like your intelligence and calmness, but I also hate it. You're right, I want to sleep with you, I don't want you dead, but to fall out with Michael for you? You're not worth it."
"Thank you for being so honest." Bernice pushed his hand away and nodded openly. "So I said thank you, but nothing more. I appreciate your help, and I'll make more money for your company in the future. But now I need to visit Laura."
Lucas didn't stop her, just followed her leisurely, his tone teasing. "Are you sure you want to go out dressed like this? If the reporters catch you, do you think tomorrow's headlines will be about a top actress leaving her boss's apartment in disarray?"
"A person who wasn't even afraid of death, do you think I care about headlines?" Bernice calmly retorted. She walked to the door, looking for her shoes, but couldn't find any.
After hesitating for a few seconds, she decided to wear slippers.
"Stop, those slippers are mine," Lucas lazily reminded.
Bernice unhesitatingly threw the slippers away and walked barefoot.
Lucas tugged at her clothes and said, "The clothes you wore before were too dirty, I threw them away. The pajamas you're wearing now are also mine."
No matter how much Bernice hated him, she couldn't walk out naked.
She stopped and glared at Lucas, saying, "How much for the pajamas? I'll pay you ten times the price when I get back."
"I don't need your money. The last thing I lack is money." Lucas took a box of cigarettes from the shoe cabinet, pulled one out, and bit it. "I didn't sleep all night for you. No matter how you call me realistic, I helped you last night, and you can't deny that."
Bernice kept a cold face, waiting for him to continue.
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