Yigol Foster, as Lucas had instructed, carried her back to her room, then found the so-called hemostatic medicine she mentioned and brought over water to her bedside.
Lucas swallowed the medicine and drank the water as well.
Holding the empty cup, Yigol just stood by the bed, watching her.
With a bitter smile, Lucas said, "The secret I've hidden for so many years, now you know it. You won't tell Gem Atkinson about it, right?"
She had concealed it so well that if it weren't for that crazy night with him, no one in the world would have discovered her secret, let alone Gem Atkinson, a man who had no interest in women. Yigol said, "I'll call Gem Atkinson right now."
"You, Yigol Foster, you…"
"You're not suited to serve as the President of ST Falcon any longer. What you need the most now is rest and treatment."
"I'm not sick."
