Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 87 - - Lucca's hatred.

"Lucca—"

Just as Lucca was on the verge of grinding her teeth in frustration, Karl's voice came from inside the room. She quickly composed herself, replacing her anger with a practiced smile as she walked in.

Inside the room, Karl beamed as he took her hand.

"Lucca, she agreed to go abroad, but she says we need to take care of things with Vice President Wilson. Do you have any good ideas?"

Lucca suppressed the disgust rising in her chest, calmly pulling her hand away from his not-so-innocent grasp.

"Director, didn't you handle the approval for the land Vice President Wilson invested in last time? You're the one who used your connections to get it approved. He owes you a favor!"

"Oh! Right, right, right—yes, yes, yes!"

At her words, Karl quickly remembered and nodded vigorously. It seemed like the plan was nearly set. If they didn't act fast and get Cynthia out of the way, who knew what his precious son might do next.

Lucca smiled faintly.

"Leave this to me. I'll handle things with Vice President Wilson."

Karl looked at her appreciatively, then gave her a thumbs-up.

"lucca, I have to say, your idea of sending her abroad is brilliant! Keep up the good work, I won't let you down!"

"Thank you, Director, for your trust. If there's nothing else, I'll go ahead and handle this matter."

Lucca smiled lightly.

Karl waved his hand to dismiss her, watching her slender, graceful figure disappear through the door. He couldn't help but squint his shrewd eyes.

He had to admit, his secretary was really capable. Just this one move had impressed him deeply. He had been struggling with how to get Vincent completely away from that woman, but with just one casual comment from her, it was like a light bulb went off in his mind.

Since two years ago, when he was impeached and promoted to the position of director, she had come to his side as his secretary. She skillfully handled the connections with those above him, earning the admiration of all the leaders.

If the old man from the provincial procuratorate retired, he would immediately be promoted to the top position in the provincial office. Thinking of this, his eyes, already filled with greed for power, gleamed even more.

In the speeding car, Albert Wilson glanced down at his phone screen, seeing an incoming call. Irritated, he used one hand to hang up, but the phone rang again soon after. If he didn't answer, it wouldn't stop, so he finally put on his Bluetooth headset and picked up.

"Albert, I'm sorry! Please don't be angry with me. I know I was wrong, okay?"

On the other end, Lucca's voice came through, apologetic and cautious.

Since the shooting incident at William S Lancaster's birthday party, he had clearly grown colder toward her.

"Let's talk later. I'm driving right now, it's not convenient to talk," he said indifferently, ready to hang up.

Lucca quickly urged, "Then come over to my place tonight. I'll make your favorite curry for you!"

Seeing that he still wasn't responding, Lucca's voice started to quiver with tears.

"Albert, I really know I was wrong. I won't do anything to her again. I'll listen to you, I'll wait for you to divorce her, no matter how long it takes, okay?"

"I only did it because I love you so much. I'm afraid of losing you, that's why I lost my mind for a moment... Albert, I'm sorry, I'll never do it again, sob..."

Lucca finally started crying on the other end. Albert Wilson furrowed his brows and softened his tone.

"Wait for me at home tonight."

After all, she was the woman who had been with him for many years, the one who had given him two chances at life. How could he truly ignore her?

In fact, she had been gentle and caring in front of him, and had always been good to him. It was also her who helped him through those dark years. Over the years, he had developed feelings for her. After he completed his revenge, he would divorce and marry her—he didn't dislike her after all.

Whether she was joyful or sorrowful, he didn't show much emotion. He would care, nurture, and spoil her. He had always believed that this was what love was—peaceful, like a frog slowly being boiled in warm water, with no waves.

What he never expected was that one day, a woman would come into his life and teach him what true love was: sweet and intense like sugar that can never melt when happy, but the most unforgettable, heartbreaking pain when apart.

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She even made him realize that there are some people who are so clearly etched into his life, who seep into his blood and bones, and will follow his breath and memory for a lifetime, impossible to forget in life or death.

Cynthia took the check and went straight to the orphanage. Since Wilson wasn't feeling well, Marc couldn't help but scold her a little, saying she shouldn't have played Karl like that. What if Wilson didn't allow her to go abroad? What if the million didn't come through?

"Come on, Marc, he didn't leave any proof when he gave me the check. If they want to investigate, I'll just say he generously donated it to the orphanage," she teased with a smile, even though her hoarse voice wasn't the best for such playful remarks.

That man had agreed to take her to meet Vince, and now she had secured this money to improve the orphanage's facilities. The children wouldn't have to suffer so much in the winter anymore. How could she not be happy?

"Cynthia, you'll graduate in a year. After improving the heating system at the orphanage, I'll save the rest of the money for you, to help you open your clinic later. Isn't that your dream?" Marc said, after thinking it through.

She quickly disagreed, "No, Marc, let's just use the money for now. The clinic can wait until after graduation. For now, let's focus on helping the kids!"

"Cynthia, why don't you just study hard and get a good job at a company? Why do you have to go through this hardship with my old bones?" Marc sighed, feeling sorry for her stubbornness in choosing medicine.

"Oh Marc, stop saying that. I really love this profession. No matter how hard or tiring it gets, I don't mind!" she replied cheerfully.

Since that time in her sophomore year when she watched a child's life slip away before her eyes, she had vowed to study medicine. But back then, she was in the liberal arts track and couldn't apply for medical school, so she had to turn to Marc for help.

As she was leaving Marc's place, a handsome but somewhat pale young man approached her, handing her a bottle of medicine.

"Senior, this is loquat syrup I made. It's good for your throat, take it back and try it!"

Before he could finish speaking, the boy, Gary, turned bright red and quickly ran off. Cynthia smiled as she took the bottle, "Gary, thank you!"

"No problem, I'm going to the pharmacy now!" Gary said, red-faced, as he hurried away.

Cynthia watched Gary's figure disappear and let out a long sigh. She wasn't blind to the feelings he had for her, but she was four years older than him. To her, he was just a kid.

Gary and Victoria were twins, both born with congenital heart disease. It was Cynthia who found them and sent them to the orphanage all those years ago.

Now, after all these years, Gary and Victoria had grown into sixteen-year-old teenagers, and both had become her juniors in the medical field, studying under Marc, learning alongside her as her younger colleagues.

When Cynthia returned home, she remembered that she needed to visit Vincent at the hospital tomorrow. She sent him a quick text message, just a little reminder. He was so busy that she worried he might forget.

Albert Wilson had just parked his car downstairs at Lucca's building when his phone buzzed with a new message. He pulled it out and glanced at the screen.

"Mr. Wilson, don't forget we're going to the hospital tomorrow!"

The message ended with a string of emoji—somewhat flattering, but it seemed like her mood was quite good. Holding the phone, Albert couldn't help but smile faintly, his lips curving slightly in response to the string of smiley faces she had sent.