<h4>Chapter 123: Chapter 123: Despicable, Just Begging to be Taught a Lesson</h4><h4></h4>


    Lucas Hughes stood outside the door, his mind entirely consumed by the realization that Chloe Simpson didn’t have AIDS.


    As for what Chloe and Emily Sterling said afterward—all those gut-wrenching words about divorce—he couldn’t bring himself to hear a single word anymore.


    Who knows how much time passed before Lucas forcibly suppressed the urge to strangle Chloe out of sheer anger and reached out to knock on the door.


    "Coming!"


    Emily Sterling heard the knock, nced at the door, and quickly got up to open it.


    Chloe instinctively wiped the tears off her face.


    "Lucas?"


    Emily opened the door and saw Lucas, utterly shocked, as she hadn’t expected him toe back.


    But at the same time, a glimmer of joy arose in her heart.


    Perhaps Lucas didn’t really want to divorce her daughter and hade back after rethinking.


    "Chloe, it’s Lucas."


    Emily excitedly turned back and called out to Chloe.


    "..."


    Seeing Lucas, Chloe froze momentarily, and an unintentional flicker of hope rose in her heart.


    To be honest, Lucas really wanted to march over at that moment, pin Chloe to the sofa, and beat her into submission.


    This vile woman dared to bring up divorce? She deserved to be taught a lesson!


    But he knew he couldn’t do that now; otherwise, his uing ns might not proceed as smoothly.


    Lucas clenched his teeth, forcibly stifling the furious mes burning in his chest, and walked over with a smile to sit beside Chloe.


    "Chloe, I’ve already sent my mom away. Don’t worry, she will absolutely nevere back to talk to you about divorce again. I’ve made everything crystal clear to her!"


    "But I need to ask you—just what the hell do you mean by this? Huh? You clearly didn’t have AIDS. The earlier test results were wrong, and you already knew this, yet you didn’t tell me!"


    "Chloe, are you just tangled up with Alexander Johnson for too long now? Is it that you want to be with this Crown Prince of Capital Circle? Found yourself a rich man and decided I don’t have enough money anymore?"


    "I’ve spent five goddamn years with you—five long years where I’ve indulged your every whim! Not let you suffer the slightest hardship or pain! Five years—hell, let alone the fact you cheated on me with him during our wedding night, the entire night!"


    "And yet I didn’t hold it against you. I forgave you! What more do you want from me! Where else under these heavens are you going to find a man as understanding as me? A man like me is rarer than a needle in a haystack!"


    "You must have umted countless blessings in your past life to encounter someone like me in this one! And yet, you still don’t know how to appreciate it!"


    At this point, Lucas went ahead andid everything bare in front of Emily Sterling.


    He wanted her to witness just what kind of degrading things her beloved daughter had done!


    Moreover, this would earn him plenty of sympathy and pity from Emily in the process.


    Who knows? After this whole debacle, Emily might wholeheartedly side with him.


    When the time came, even if Lucas and Chloe divorced, Emily’s inheritance might still end up wholly in his hands—that would be fantastic!


    Thinking this way, Lucas felt his rage diminish significantly.


    After all, he was the one who had sent Chloe to Alexander Johnson’s bed on their wedding night.


    Over these past few years, he had also made quite a bit of money through this woman.


    For the sake of the fortune she had helped him umte, Lucas decided to let things slide for now.


    Now, all that was left was to wait for Emily Sterling to explode in fury.


    Sure enough, as soon as Lucas finished speaking, Emily looked incredulously at Chloe, walked up to her, and harshly pped her across the face.


    "You! Chloe, how could I have given birth to someone like you! Exin yourself—how could you do something so despicable!"


    Emily was beside herself with rage, her chest heaving violently with each breath.


    Lucas cheered inwardly, thinking that the p wasn’t nearly enough!


    Hit her! How could one p suffice?


    Emily Sterling, you should deliver more ps—preferably until your daughter is bruised and bloodied, unable to even stand!