In their room, Cheyenne was sitting alone on the edge of the bed and weeping silently.
Heartbroken, Lucas went forward, put an arm around her shoulder, and pulled her into his arms.
"Don't cry. There's no need to feel so sad over that woman. She… she doesn't treat you as her daughter at all." Lucas sighed.
Cheyenne's body stiffened. She immediately raised her head to look at Lucas with her teary eyes. "Honey, you do know something, don't you?"
Lucas was silent for a while before saying, "I can't explain the past clearly, but she has a motive for reuniting with you, and her goal isn't innocent."
"Why… why do you say so?" Cheyenne's fingers grabbed Lucas's clothes tightly, her face much paler than before.