My Darling, My Dearest novel Chapter 318

That was the only reason he could think of. Otherwise, why would Iris leave all of a sudden?

Before Rachel could answer, Lucas sneered. Heartache flashed in his gaze. "I trust you," he spat. "I trust you, and this is what you did to me? You just had to help my father separate us!"

"I didn't... It's not what you think!"

Even she was unsure with her own words. As she saw his retreating figure, she fell against the wall, as if all her strength had been drained away.

When she arrived at the hospital, Rachel went straight to James' office. "I have something to ask you," she said hesitantly.

"Is it about what happened last night?"

James poured himself a cup of tea as if he was unaffected by what had happened.

"Last night, did you say anything to Iris while I was away?"

Rachel could only hope that Lucas was wrong about all of this.

She hated being used, especially by elders she actually trusted. Instead of answering her directly, James took out another tea cup from the cabinet and poured her some scented tea. He motioned for her to come closer. "Have a taste. My wife bought it last night."

Pursing her lips, Rachel could already feel her heart sinking.

Sighing, James said, "Okay, you're right. The purpose of that dinner was to ask Iris to leave him.

Do you want Lucas to lose everything?"

"All I want to know is the truth."

He took a few steps towards her. "You don't need to know that," he dismissed. "I'll explain it to Lucas."

"I have to know," she insisted.

"Fine. Last night, when I asked you to go out and pay the bill, I told Iris that you were the only daughter-in-law in our hearts. Except for you, we will not accept anyone into the Zhou family," he said with no regrets.

Rachel could already feel herself sinking into her seat. A wave of exhaustion hit her.

Suddenly, the saying "I didn't kill him, but he died because of me" became expressively clearer.

Although she might not have played an active role in ending their relationship, she was the reason why their relationship was destroyed.

A bitter smile slipped into her lips. 'Are the people around me only there just so they could use me?' she thought. Back then, she had always respected James. The man was like her father. He was the one who had been there for her every step of the way.

Now, it seemed as if she became just another pawn in his chessboard.

Heaving a sigh, Rachel forced herself to go back to her office and cheer herself up. At this point, maybe she didn't need to be such a doormat in the future. Her forehead creased.

She forced herself to stare into her computer and start on her workload.

Holding a bag of chocolate biscuits she had just bought, Celia popped her head into Rachel's office and furrowed her eyebrows at the woman sitting in front of her.

When she asked her to taste the biscuits, she adamantly refused her and asked her to leave.

Although Rachel had refused her several times in the past, she would always concede in the end.

Today was a different story.

Before she could even open her mouth, she already asked her to leave. However, being Celia, she didn't leave immediately.

"Do you really not want to try?" she insisted.

"I have too much work to do," Rachel said indifferently. She didn't even bother to lift her head.

"Are you in a bad mood?"

"I'm just busy with work."

Rachel was always the type of person who was closed-off. She didn't have the habit of telling other people what was on her mind. The only person who could get her to open up was Lea.

Not believing her, Celia shook her head. "You're being really weird today. This morning, you went to Mr. Zhou's office and stayed there for quite a while. Were you scolded?"

"No, Celia, but I'm a hundred percent sure the head nurse will scold you if she sees that you've left your rounds."

The bar had always been lively, but in one of the VIP boxes, the lively atmosphere was nowhere to be found.

Michael patted his companion's arm. "Go out first. We have something to talk about," he whispered.

Without any complaints, the woman walked out of the room. The quiet box became even more silent.

Michael glanced up at Marcus. "How did you know that? Do you still talk to Rachel?" He ignored Jack's dark look.

Jack also wanted to know why Marcus knew how much of a bad mood Rachel had been in the past two days.

Marcus rolled his eyes defensively. "Someone told me. Why do you ask so many questions? It's not as if it's any of your business."

"Come on, man, tell me," Matthew insisted. "Maybe you could lift Jack's spirits. I mean, look, he even got a pimple on his face because of it."

There was indeed a red mark on Jack's forehead. However, it wasn't a pimple, but a mosquito bite from last night.