“Lucas, there’s something I must make clear today. The baby Meghan is carrying isn’t yours—it’s mine. So, you have no right to decide the child’s name!
“You pathetic cripple, you useless bastard! Eight years ago, I took away the woman you loved most and you didn’t even have the guts to fight back. To this day, you’re still nothing but trash.
“Lorene was mine, Meghan is mine too and you? You’ll always just be a joke.
“Oh, and one more thing… Eight years ago, your mother didn’t have to die. After she was brought to the hospital, someone pulled a few strings to switch out one of her life-saving drugs.”
When I heard this, I felt like I was struck by lightning and my whole body trembled.
“Who is the person?”
My mother’s death was an eternal pain in my heart.
When I struggled to get up and was about to ask more questions, Raquel suddenly grabbed the fruit knife on the coffee table and stabbed it into his shoulder.
I was stunned, not understanding why he would hurt himself.
Amidst the shrill screams, Meghan pushed the door open and walked in.
Raquel covered his wound and cried, “Lucas, don't do it! Don't hurt me. I didn't mean to take Lorene away. Please forgive me.”