Divorced

Chapter 455

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“It’s him! It’s definitely Leo! I would never mistake him!” Frederick exclaimed excitedly, gripping Yvonne’s hand. “Leo is really alive!”

Yvonne gently patted his chest and said softly, “Frederick, calm down. The image is too blurry. We need to confirm it properly. If it really is Leo, that would be wonderful.”

Frederick couldn’t contain his excitement, his eyes shining brightly. “It’s Leo.

I’m sure of it.”

He turned to the butler and said, “Bring me the records of all the part–time staff hired today!”

“Yes, sir!” The butler nodded, equally excited.

If Leo was still alive, it would be incredible news for the entire Tudor family. Everyone loved Leo–except Lucas. Despite Leo’s affection for his younger brother, Lucas had always disliked Leo, opposing everything he did, seemingly just to spite him.

The atmosphere in the living room shifted from tense to lively in an instant.

Lucas watched coldly, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

Aveline, sensing his unease, whispered, “Your brother might be alive. Aren’t you happy?”

Lucas replied, “I watched him die in front of me, burned alive bit by bit.”

Aveline fell silent. Witnessing a loved one’s death and then being told they might be alive was unimaginable. Besides, it was just a blurry side profile with a mask, making it impossible to identify the features. How could they be so sure it was Leo?

Aveline found it hard to believe.

Suddenly, Lucas grabbed her hand and started walking upstairs.

“Where are you going? Stay and help investigate. We need to find your brother!” Frederick called after them.

Frederick saw him about to leave and called out, “Lucas!”

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Lucas replied, “I’m tired. We’ll talk tomorrow.” This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

Without paying attention to Frederick’s increasingly sour expression, he pulled Aveline upstairs.

Frederick clenched his fists. “We must find Leo. When we do, I won’t.

acknowledge this ungrateful son anymore!”

If he had the choice, he would have kicked Lucas out of the Tudor family long

ago.”

Yvonne said, “Don’t say things in anger. No matter what, he’s still your son.”

Frederick snorted and shifted his focus back to the search.

However, the entire night yielded nothing. The masked man seemed to have appeared and disappeared out of thin air.

Back in the bedroom, Lucas pinned Aveline to the bed and kissed her intensely, causing her some pain.

“Mm… what are you doing?” Aveline hadn’t expected him to suddenly go wild and struggled hard.

Lucas grabbed her wrists and pressed them above her head, his eyes dangerously narrowed. “Aveline, do you think I have no temper? Trying to get him to help you divorce me–you’ve got some nerve!”

Aveline’s breath was ragged, and she glared at him with tear–filled eyes. Lucas, I don’t like you anymore. I don’t love you anymore. Isn’t divorce better? Keeping someone who doesn’t love you around–doesn’t that hurt?”

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Lucas felt a pang in his heart, but his expression grew even colder. “I don’t care. As long as you’re by my side, it’s enough!”

With that, he kissed her again, not giving her a chance to resist. He didn’t even allow her a moment of emotion, taking her forcefully.