Chapter 3

If I remembered correctly, Lucas was working late again today.

I called a locksmith to open his long-locked study.

After sending the locksmith away, I turned the doorknob of the study, ready to face the truth I might discover.

But after turning the study upside down, I found nothing.

Frustrated, I sat down, accidentally touching the family photo on the desk.

There was a clicking sound.

A bookcase behind me swung open.

His study had a secret room!

I approached the secret room to find it plastered with photos of Vanessa.

There was also a family photo on the table.

I picked it up and looked at it. It was a family photo of him with Vanessa and Tommy.

I stared coldly at the three smiling faces in the photo and put it back in its original place.

In a drawer, I found my plastic surgery plan from five years ago.

Inside was an old photo of me, before I was disfigured, with a big X drawn across it.

I almost dropped the file.

Why did he have a photo of me from before?

It all felt like an enormous trap set just for me...

Panicking, I took out my phone and photographed this evidence.

Just then, I heard the sound of the door opening.

I hurriedly left the secret room, turning the family photo on the desk back to its original position.

As soon as I left the study, I came face to face with Lucas.

He looked at the open study behind me and quickly stepped in, glancing around.

He turned back to me with a frown. "What were you doing in my study?"

I calmly walked to the sofa and sat down.

"What? I can't go in? Is there something you don't want me to see?"

He closed the study door.

"...No, just don't go into my study when there's nothing wrong."

I nodded, "After the divorce, I won't be coming in anymore."

"You really want a divorce?" he asked.

"Yes, and I'm taking custody of our daughter."

His expression changed. "That's not possible."

I stood up angrily, pointing at his nose. "What? You still want to use our daughter for research? She's just a child! Lucas, do you have any conscience!"

He maintained a cold expression, not backing down.

"I can divorce you, but our daughter must stay with me."

I laughed at his shamelessness.

"Fine, we'll see if you can take her from me."

After parting ways with Lucas on bad terms, I returned home.

I asked my parents to look after Candy carefully.

Then I went out and hired a private investigator to help me find the assistant who had helped Lucas perform my plastic surgery five years ago.

She had disappeared without a trace after the surgery was completed, but I finally managed to track her down.

At first, she was reluctant to meet me no matter what.

"Whatever Lucas is paying you, I'll double it."

With that, she agreed to meet.