<h4>Chapter 390: E Said No</h4>


    "Don’t feel sad. We’ll visit him again in a few days," Lauren said with a cheerful smile, her eyes brimming with joy.


    For her, even the slightest improvement in Henry’s condition was a reason to celebrate.


    "Thank you, Lauren. You’ve been a huge help during this time," E said gratefully. If it weren’t for Lauren staying by Henry’s side, he would have been even lonelier.


    "What are you saying? You’re making me blush!" Lauren said with augh. This time, E and Eric stayed to have dinner with her.


    During the meal, Lauren wheeled Henry out to join them, feeding him as they ate.


    E also blended some meat and porridge into a smooth consistency for Henry and handed it to Lauren.


    The day passed peacefully at Lauren’s ce. E spent time pushing Henry’s wheelchair around for some fresh air, with Eric silently apanying her, patient and uining.


    ...


    At 3 p.m., LXL’s official Twitter ount announced the news of Tiffany’s death.


    The statement attributed her death to injuries sustained in an ident involving a fleeing criminal, as concluded by the Country W police. She had sumbed to severe blood loss.


    Unbeknownst to the authorities, the gunman’s true target had been Tiffany all along.


    The announcement sparked a wave of sympathy and mourning in thements. However, there were also many who criticized E, ming her for giving Tiffany a supporting role, which they imed led to her unhappiness and subsequent trip back to Country W to rx.


    Some went further, using E of bringing tragedy to everyone around her: Robert’s murder, Brianna’s imprisonment, and Henry’s disfigurement and vegetative state.


    Mia scrolled through thesements, her anger boiling over. Robert’s death was caused by Brianna—what did that have to do with E?


    ...


    Though E had no fondness for Hannah, she admired Tiffany.


    Hannah had reinvented herself, enduring incredible hardships while leveraging her talent and opportunities to be someone entirely new. She was no longer the weak, delicate Hannah but a bold, celebrated actress.


    E posted a message of condolence on Twitter, which only fueled more attacks from bots and angry fans.


    She chose not to respond. Whether or not she was in her current position, she had no intention of engaging with people whocked decency.


    Setting her phone aside, E rubbed her slightly sore eyes—only to notice Henry’s eyes shift slightly.


    She gasped, drawing the attention of Eric and Lauren, who were equally stunned and delighted.


    It seemed Henry’s consciousness and body were indeed gradually recovering.


    ...


    When they returned to the hotel, E immediately spotted Lucas sitting in the lobby with an unfamiliar man.


    "Mr. Nelson, E, you’re back," Lucas said as he stood, his expression warm and inviting.


    "Mr. Anderson, waiting for someone?" Eric asked nonchntly.


    E nodded politely but remained silent.


    "I was waiting for you two. How abouting over to my house as guests?" Lucas’s eyes sparkled with genuine delight, his warm smile surprising even Luke, who had never seen him so animated.


    Luke couldn’t help but steal a serious nce at E.


    E and Eric were dressed in matching ck athletic outfits. Her long hair was tied back, her bangs slightly damp from sweat. She exuded youthful vitality, her exquisite features striking and perfectly bnced.


    What stood out the most were herrge, luminous eyes, sparkling with intelligence and energy.


    E carried herself with a unique blend of elegance andmanding presence—a regal air tempered with a hint of cool confidence.


    Luke stood quietly, his sharp, hawk-like eyes reflecting E’s radiant beauty.


    "Sorry, we just got back and aren’t quite ready to go anywhere," Eric began to say, but Lucas cut him off.


    "We’ve been waiting for you and E here for a reason. I need to discuss something very important with you," Lucas said firmly, leaving little room for argument.


    Lucas was a seasoned strategist, well aware that E didn’t want to see him. However, his position and influence weren’t so easily dismissed.


    "The Miller family has set their sights on you. I imagine Mr. Nelson would be interested in knowing some of their secrets?" Lucas said with a faint smile.


    "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Anderson, but I’ve already gathered plenty of information. While it might not make them submit, it’s enough to make them wary," Eric replied, curling his lips into a smile. He was growing increasingly irritated by the way the younger man kept casting nces at E.


    Sliding his arm protectively around E’s waist, Eric added, "We’ll be heading back to rest now."


    As Eric and E began to leave, Lucas’s expression darkened slightly. "E, I’ve just learned about our connection."


    An hour ago, Lucas had received the DNA report confirming that E was, indeed, his daughter. The revtion had shaken him, and he’d immediately brought Luke—who had just returned from Country D—to meet her.


    Lucas knew he wasn’t wee. If he wanted E to speak with him at length, he needed to offer her something that would pique her interest.


    E stopped in her tracks but didn’t turn around. After a moment’s pause, she continued walking.


    "E! Your mother left many things with me. Don’t you want to see them?" Lucas called out, urgencycing his tone as he quickly followed her, causing a stir among the other hotel guests.


    It was the first time anyone had seen Lucas so flustered about someone. Who was this woman? Some began specting whether Lucas was pursuing a much younger partner.


    Eric frowned, annoyed that Lucas had gone as far as obtaining E’s DNA for testing.


    He understood Lucas’s urgency—after all, she was likely his only daughter—but if Lucas mishandled the situation, it might lead to trouble. And if E did reconcile with Lucas, what if her father ended up disapproving of Eric as her husband?


    "Mr. Anderson, regardless of the results, I’d like us to maintain the status quo. I don’t want you disrupting my life," E said icily, her expression tightening as her tone turned cold.


    Her mother had been gone for so many years. Even if she were curious about her belongings, she had no intention of visiting Lucas’s home.


    So what if he was her biological father? For over twenty years, he had never fulfilled his responsibilities, never saved her or Isabe from their suffering.


    A father like that—a coward—she didn’t need.


    Lucas’s face fell, his expression pained. "E..."


    Without looking back, E hooked her arm through Eric’s and strode toward the VIP elevator.


    Lucas could only stand there, helplessly watching them leave. He was paralyzed, afraid of pushing too hard and driving E to despise him even more. But the idea of giving up on her? That was unthinkable.


    Luke stepped forward. "Father, let’s go back. Miss Davis seems too stubborn..."


    "Luke, she’s my only daughter..." Lucas said, his voice heavy with sorrow. Everyone in the world seemed to chase fame and fortune, yet all he wanted was a connection with his only child.


    "Then let’s talk in the VIP lounge," Luke said softly, gently supporting the despondent Lucas as they walked away.


    Lucas was aging. In Luke’s eyes, the once-vibrant man who hadmanded immense wealth and power was now quietly worn down by time. Facing the reality of his only daughter, he looked lost—like a helpless child.


    Luke’s heart ached. A surge of frustration overcame him, a sudden urge to drag E back to Lucas so they could reconcile.