Chapter 72 A Dreamlike Home

Suddenly, the landline on Lucas's desk rang. He went over to answer it, then replied, "I got it." He hung up and stood. "I have something to take care of this afternoon. I'll be heading out." Then, he looked at me and said firmly, "This 30 million dollar debt isn't yours. There's no reason to compromise. We'll go over this properly later." Hope flickered in my chest. "No," he added, as if something just occurred to him. "We'll appeal. Don't shoulder this burden alone. It was never yours to begin with." "Okay." I nodded. Just as he was about to leave, I couldn't help but call out, "Lucas." He paused mid-step, turning back to face me, his eyes deep and unreadable. "Thank you." "Since I've agreed to be your attorney, then it's my responsibility to see this through." His voice was steady, carrying a reassuring weight. … That afternoon, Kennedy suddenly announced that there would be an assessment in three days. "If you don't meet the required standards, there's a chance you mig