Chapter 22

Lucas had pulled all the strings he could, spent a fortune, yet Richard Bennett still hadn't come around. After mulling it over, he finally decided to leave Richard at the rehab center in City J for long-term treatment. Worn out in every way, Lucas dragged himself home, only to spot a cup of floral tea on the coffee table. That girly stuff? The housekeeper would never make it, and Oliver? Definitely not his style. It used to be Sophia's thing—she brewed it every single day. So... what about now? He had seen Sophia's body with his own eyes. Had her cremated. Buried her himself. But despite all that, a small, impossible hope still sparked in his chest. Panic quickly took over. He checked the living room—empty. Then the kitchen—still no one. Then he rushed to Sophia's room... Yeah, they had a wedding suite. But besides that first night when he took her, the room had barely served any other purpose—except for regular blood draws from her. They slept separately. She had her space, he had hi