"Lucas, what happened to your left hand?" She inquired, her voice tinged with concern.
At Arshley's question, Edward, Louis, Victor, and Adam were momentarily stunned. They turned to the left sleeve of Lucas's robe, which hung loosely, revealing no trace of his left hand.
A look of horror quickly spread across their faces. They wouldn't have noticed it if Arshley hadn't pointed it out.
"What... What the hell happened, Lucas? Where's your left hand?" Louis exclaimed, his voice laced with fear as his brows furrowed deeply.
Noticing the concerned gazes from everyone, Lucas's expression remained unchanged. He smiled faintly and shook his head.
"You don't need to worry. It's nothing serious," he said nonchalantly, as though the loss of his left hand didn't bother him.
A flicker of displeasure crossed Arshley's face at Lucas's dismissive reply. Her eyes narrowed, and a subtle pressure began to build around her.
