Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire
Chapter 196: Looks Good But Useless

Chapter 196: Chapter 196: Looks Good But Useless

Someone behind mocked, "That doctor may not take a fancy to your son! I heard he’s from the big city, and he’s an exceptionally good doctor at that."

The auntie got a bit upset at this, and hitting the table, she retorted: "My son is also very outstanding. And when it comes to marriage, looks aren’t everything. Some people may be good-looking, but if all they do is live off others, that’s no good. All show and no go!"

Lucas Shaw heard the last sentence and instantly three black lines appeared on his forehead, "Do I really look like a kept man?"

"Yes!" Serena Summers burst into laughter, her gaze shifting to the man with the darkened face, she couldn’t help but size him up carefully.

Hmm, this face indeed has the potential to be that of a kept man.

But Serena was very clear that all of this was just superficial. Some people might look like dashing gentlemen, but when they get tough, they’re unstoppable.

Remembering her swollen lips made Serena’s cheeks flush red, and she hurriedly moved her gaze away.

Seeing Serena’s genuinely happy smile, some of Lucas Shaw’s frustration dissipated.

Fine, a kept man it is.

If it makes her happy, he wouldn’t mind playing the part for a while.

However, some things concerned a man’s pride. He leaned down close to Serena’s ear and murmured: "Tonight, I’ll let you see whether I’m indeed all show and no go."

Serena’s cheeks heated up, and she pushed him away in a fluster, "What are you blabbing about!"

That night, seeing Serena so weary she could hardly lift her eyelids, notions of male pride and the need for proof... all became unimportant.

He sighed helplessly and lifted the girl who had fallen asleep on the table into his arms.

Holding her, he couldn’t help but frown.

Why is she getting lighter?

She wasn’t heavy to begin with, and now she seemed even lighter than before, the little weight she gained over the past few months all gone, her chin sharper.

Lucas Shaw tightened his hold on Serena, feeling a pang of heartache.

Dean Carter came over and upon seeing Serena in Lucas Shaw’s arms, he spoke in a low voice, "Take good care of her, she’s exhausted herself these past few days. You can come in a bit later tomorrow. The patient count has significantly decreased compared to before."

Lucas Shaw nodded, lowering his eyes to Serena and asking softly, "When are we heading to the countryside?"

"Tomorrow night."

"Alright, I got it."

He finished speaking and strode away with his long legs.

Watching their backs, Dean Carter remarked, "I never imagined he’d grow up so quickly."

"Dean, who are you talking about?" Suddenly, a student popped up behind him, looking in the direction of Dean Carter’s gaze, only to find nothing there.

"It’s nothing. Just tidy up and go rest a bit, we have to keep working tomorrow," Dean Carter said with a smile and changed the subject.

The accident over twenty years ago involved an illegal experiment, and this was confidential, known only among the higher-ups.

He had seen Lucas Shaw, and that was on a rainy night seventeen years ago.

When he was brought into the lab, he was at death’s door, enduring immense agony, yet he didn’t make a sound.

He was amazed at the time, thinking the child had great endurance, so he quietly kept an eye on his news over the years.

Unexpectedly, seventeen years flashed by, and he had even whisked away his prized student.

How unpredictable life is!

Back at the hotel, Lucas Shaw laid Serena on the soft bed and took off her shoes, his large palm cradling her tiny, delicate foot, and he couldn’t help but frown.

Why is it so cold?

He thought about it carefully and realized that she had always seemed cold.

Even in the scorching summer days, she hardly ever sweated.

That wasn’t quite normal.

Lucas Shaw tucked Serena Summers’ tiny feet into the bed, straightened the blanket, and left the hotel room.

Vincent Carter had been especially irritable these past few days. It had not been easy to find the filming location – a natural scenic spot with pure natural beauty. But now... everything had been ruined.

Not only that, several actors had been injured and were still recuperating.

Especially Crystal Harper; she was the third female lead he had personally chosen, the most suitable person for the character that he could find at the moment.

But now, as long as Crystal Harper’s leg didn’t heal, he couldn’t shoot those scenes.

He sat in front of his desk, staring at his laptop screen, lost in thought and somewhat at a loss, even beginning to feel a sliver of confusion.

What should he do?

Give up?

As soon as this thought emerged, his head began to ache uncontrollably.

Vincent Carter scratched his head frantically and, in irritation, snapped the laptop shut.

Right then, a knock came from outside the door.

Vincent Carter put on his shoes and walked towards the door.

Who would come here so late? Could it be the relatives of the injured crew members, seeking revenge?

His heart gave a sudden thud, and Vincent Carter cautiously approached the door, pressing his ear against it to listen.

Only after confirming there were no strange noises did he slowly turn the doorknob.

The door opened, and Lucas Shaw stood there with an impassive expression, lifting his hand holding two bottles of wine, "Drink?"

Vincent Carter stared at Lucas Shaw for a long while, making sure he hadn’t been switched with someone else, before he stepped aside to let him in.

"Why are you looking for me to drink? We don’t seem to be familiar enough to be drinking together late at night in a room, do we?"

Lucas Shaw let out a light chuckle, sat down on the couch bending over, and placed the two bottles of fine red wine on the coffee table.

He had someone investigate, and aside from being completely obsessed with acting, Vincent Carter was also a lush who loved various rare red wines.

"I came to ask you something today."

Vincent Carter retrieved two clean glasses and a decanter from the side, opened the red wine, poured it into the decanter, then sat down across from Lucas Shaw.

"What is it?"

Lucas Shaw pursed his lips and slowly raised his eyes to look at the man across from him, "The poison... in Serena... it’s different from mine."

Vincent Carter paused slightly as he poured the wine, then scoffed, "Mr. Lucas Shaw keeps saying how much he cares for Serena, yet you didn’t even notice she was poisoned. How ironic."

Lucas Shaw lowered his gaze, balling his hands resting on his knees into fists, feeling a faint sting in his heart.

Vincent Carter was right; Serena Summers was a good wife, but he was not a good husband.

He didn’t even know that his own wife had been poisoned, let alone had the chance to ask her if she felt pain when the poison acted up, if she was in agony, or what symptoms she had.

He had always thought that Serena Summers’ body was cooler than normal, but had only considered it a matter of her constitution.

It was only just then that he had realized that there were clues all along that he had subconsciously overlooked.

"I’m sorry, I know too little about Serena Summers. I always thought that if she didn’t want to talk about it, I shouldn’t press her – after all, everyone needs their own space... But I never expected..."

Vincent Carter chuckled softly, slowly shaking his head and started to talk about Serena Summers’ childhood.

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