Lucas's expression grew darker. Ever since that woman married another man, he had sworn to never see her again, even in memory.
Lucas was fiercely proud, unable to tolerate even the slightest betrayal. He had only asked her to wait for three months, but due to family matters, he hadn't been able to return until the fourth. By then, it was too late.
"Why bring up these old stories?" Lucas said quietly, his face shifting with emotions before settling into a mask of calm. She had left his life more than twenty years ago; he had no reason to cling to hopes or memories.
"If I'm not mistaken, Anderson, you sent your secretary to visit my mother-in-law's grave a little over two months ago, didn't you?" Eric's voice was steady.
Lucas's gaze hardened, a shadow of sorrow flitting across his eyes. Despite the anger, despite the bitterness, he couldn't erase the traces she had left in his life.
