Chapter 49

Lemira raised an eyebrow, her gaze bold and piercing.

"I remember very clearly," she uttered. And she would never forget.

With that, Lemira shut the door, not wanting to say another word.

Lucian stood outside, looking down at the necklace in his hands, thinking about what he had just said. Instantly, he regretted it.

But Lemira's words had also been deliberately provoking.

She was smart enough to know what he meant. Was she still angry? Lucian stared at the closed door, thinking, "Lemira, what am I going to do with you?" Lemira was in a bad mood. She shouldn't have been hopeful, thinking her brothers would suddenly develop a conscience and come to her, crying and apologizing. But she had thought too much. She had underestimated Evelina's place in Lucian's heart.

After all, Lucian was moved to tears just by Evelina making him a bowl of a plain soup, while her years of cooking nutritious meals were treated like trash, worthless.