“Hehe, Uncle,” she giggled, her tone sickeningly sweet, “you really went and handled your master’s sister’s body without permission. What if she finds out and gets angry?”
“What if she gets angry?” Lucian sneered.
“That woman chased after me for three years like a stray dog. If it weren’t for the fact that her family still had money and could be useful to me, do you think I would have married her?”
He wrapped an arm around Ivy’s tiny waist, voice laced with contempt.
“But I did take a huge risk for you today. How do you plan to thank me?”
And in that moment, everything became clear.
No wonder no one from the Lin family had been notified.
Lucian didn’t want me anywhere near the body — didn’t want me to push for an autopsy, didn’t want me to have proof of what really happened.
He had used his authority at the hospital to secretly take control of his own sister’s corpse.
As a doctor, he should have known this wasn’t just unethical — it was criminal.
“Hehe, I’m yours tonight. Do whatever you want,” Ivy whispered, her cheeks flushed as she leaned closer.
Lucian smiled faintly, scooped her up in his arms, and started toward the bedroom.