CHAPTER 67

CHAPTER 67 – Zara’s POV

It seemed like the glass I was holding slipped from my hand, and it shattered, cutting me in the process. The pain stung, a physical representation of the emotional turmoil I was going through.

I was in the kitchen, cooking breakfast while Lucas and our son haven't come down yet. Suddenly, I was overwhelmed by an inexplicable nervousness, and that's why I dropped the glass and got injured.

Lucas quickly approached me, seeing my bleeding hands, and scolded me, “You need to be more careful, my dear!”

“I don't know, I just suddenly got really nervous! That's why I dropped the glass. I'm sorry! Please don't be angry,” I said, feeling overwhelmed.

He sighed with defeat in his voice, “Alright, just be careful next time, okay? Don't make me worry!”

Then we decided to call Enrique, but the maid informed us that he was not in his room. Panic started to set in, and my phone rang from an anonymous number. Trembling, I answered the call.

“Hello!” I said.

“Hello, lov