CHAPTER 153 Sooner or Later, It Would End Anyway

  Zachary had already placed the drunken Natalie on the sofa before standing up. He tilted his head slightly, staring at Lucas with a provocative look, as if he were preparing to interrogate him.

  Sensing the tension, I grew anxious, glancing between the two men.

  "What's going on with you two?"

  The moment I spoke, Zachary's fist swung toward Lucas.

  Lucas dodged to the side, but Zachary immediately threw another punch.

  Lucas caught his fist mid-air, his patience visibly wearing thin. "Are you drunk?" he demanded.

  "I am drunk!" Zachary growled, and with that, he lifted his leg and kicked Lucas hard in the knee.

  Lucas lost his temper and immediately shoved Zachary onto the sofa.

  Zachary lay there for a second before he shot back up, pointing at the ceiling as he yelled,

  "Tell me the truth—were you part of setting me up? Were you?!"

  My heart skipped a beat as I looked at Lucas.