Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire
Chapter 155 Locked Out

Chapter 155: Chapter 155 Locked Out

The few people were intimidated by Lucas Shaw’s icy pressure and immediately explained, "Madam had some nourishing soup, but she only drank a few sips and lost her appetite."

"Did she... say anything else?" Lucas Shaw hesitated as he asked.

The staff from Flavor Pavilion opened the meal boxes one by one, the dishes inside completely untouched, with only one bowl of soup slightly less than full.

Clearly, Serena Summers simply could not eat anything at the moment.

The more this was the case, the more worried Lucas Shaw became.

The person closest to Lucas Shaw pondered for a moment and relayed Serena’s words before leaving, "Madam said that you should go back first. Your health isn’t good, and you must avoid overworking."

Lucas Shaw felt as if his heart was fiercely pricked by something, stirring up a wave of numbness, warm and soft, tender and tingling.

As if wrapped tightly by a pair of gentle hands, careful and delicate.

His hard heart softened, turning into a puddle of water.

But upon seeing the almost untouched dishes, Lucas Shaw’s expression grew even more solemn, and he waved his hand impatiently at them, "You all go back first, continue to send these tomorrow."

The people were like pardoned prisoners, quickly getting into the car and leaving.

Lucas Shaw sighed in frustration. Upon looking up, he noticed an additional silhouette by the window of a room on the second floor.

It was Serena Summers.

Even from a great distance, Lucas Shaw recognized her at a glance.

She stood by the window, waving her hand outside.

A sudden surge of joy welled up in Lucas Shaw’s heart, and he waved back.

Soon, a servant came out and relayed Serena’s words, "Mr. Shaw, our Miss has asked you to go back first. She is going to stay here for a few more days."

"Hasn’t she already woken up? Why does she need to stay here? Is this President Selwyn’s decision?" Brandon Reese stepped forward and asked anxiously.

The servant’s face turned stern, the look in her eyes towards Brandon Reese filled with resentment, "Although Miss has woken up, her body has not yet recovered. Our Master understands Miss’s condition best, and naturally, he wants to take proper care of her. Besides, what’s wrong with Miss staying a few more days at her parents’ home? To go back to the Shaw Family and continue to be wronged?"

These words shouldn’t have been said by her, but she was simply too upset.

How pure and kind a young lady Miss was, how could the Shaw Family bear to languish her into such a state?

She still remembered the night Edward Selwyn brought back Serena Summers, the disheveled state she was in.

In her memory, Miss had always been very beloved, when has she ever suffered so much?

The more she thought about it, the uglier the servant’s expression became, and the worse the impression she had of Lucas Shaw.

She huffed and turned around, leaving, also closing the door behind her.

Brandon Reese and Lucas Shaw were once again shut out.

Brandon Reese, who was just half a step away from the door, hadn’t had time to react when he felt a gust of wind hit his face.

Following that, a loud door slamming sound "smack" echoed, and Brandon Reese almost passed out.

What was wrong with this girl, having no tact at all?

If he had been a bit closer, he reckoned his handsome face would have been disfigured.

Brandon Reese couldn’t help but shiver in anger and fear as he touched his face.

Thank goodness, still handsome.

Aside from a few pimples that had popped up due to hormonal imbalance from lack of sleep, absolutely perfect.

Lucas Shaw stared at the window not far away, his thin lips tightly pressed into a straight line.

After a long silence, he spoke coldly, "Let’s go."

The Shaw Family was quiet at this moment.

Ever since Elena Ryan and Sylvia Lane were sent away, the Shaw Family instantly fell into silence.

In over twenty years, it had never been this tranquil.

Many were even unaccustomed to it for a while.

Although Elena’s temper was sometimes bad and her personality very aloof and proud, and she even occasionally lashed out at the servants, the sudden emptiness in the house still made everyone feel uneasy.

As for the second branch, ever since Lucas Shaw awoke, they had been avoiding him at all costs, not daring to show their faces in his presence.

The second branch, in fact, also played a part in the harm done to Serena Summers.

The photos were taken by Clara Shaw, and it was Evelyn Hart who suggested to Clara to bring Sylvia back to the country for Elena.

The mother and daughter were terrified, fearing that if they carelessly exposed this matter, Lucas might drive them out of the Shaw Family.

Evelyn Hart sat in the room, her hands clutching the cup tightly, her eyes filled with helplessness and panic.

She even resented her own husband.

If only her husband, Nathaniel Shaw, had fought for himself a little, the Shaw Family wouldn’t have fallen into Lucas’s hands.

Originally, Master Shaw had wanted Vincent Shaw to inherit the company; he was Master Shaw’s most outstanding son, displaying extraordinary business talent at a very young age.

But who would have thought that later on, Vincent would become a playboy who only knew how to revel, chasing after pleasures and being entangled in scandals every day?

Back then, not only did Evelyn Hart feel no sympathy for Elena, but she even harbored a glimmer of hope.

She hoped that Master Shaw would hand over the Shaw Family to her husband, Nathaniel.

However, Nathaniel had no interest in these matters at all.

Master Shaw also did not trust his lifetime of hard work to someone with no experience in business, so he preferred to hold on for a few more years and keep the Shaw Group under his control.

After Lucas grew up, Master Shaw directly handed over the inheritance rights to Lucas.

This matter had always been a thorn in Evelyn Hart’s side, and she harbored continuous resentment and dissatisfaction.

"Mom, what should we do? If our second cousin can even drive out his own birth mother, then won’t we..." Clara clasped her mother’s sleeve, her face full of helplessness and anxiety.

Though she couldn’t stand Serena and was naturally spoiled, she was still a sheltered young lady who had never been through any real storms.

When she schemed against Serena, she felt a sense of malicious satisfaction, inexplicably feeling utterly relieved.

But now, all she felt was fear.

Lucas... would he know about her involvement in those matters? Would he also drive her out of the Shaw Family?

Evelyn Hart reached out and touched Clara’s cheek, soothing her with a gentle tone, "Don’t be afraid, nothing will happen. In a few days, Master Shaw will be back, and Lucas won’t be able to stir up any waves. Even if those things are exposed, we only acted out of concern, what’s wrong with that?"

Meeting Evelyn’s earnest and resolute eyes, Clara’s tense heart inexplicably soothed.

So what if Sylvia Lane had left? She still had her mother.

As long as her mother was here, she wouldn’t end up like Elena Ryan.

She gripped Evelyn Hart’s hand tightly and nodded firmly, "I understand, Mom."

"Clara, take this as a lesson; from now on, be more subdued and stop targeting Serena," Evelyn Hart warned sternly.

Clara sat beside Evelyn, wrapping her arms around her mother’s, and began to pout coquettishly, "But Mom, it’s because of that little bitch Serena that Sister Lane was driven away! Her grandparents are not good people at all; they definitely won’t treat her well!"