Lumina stood there for a good two or three seconds before murmuring her thanks.
Her mind was still spinning with all the gossip she’d overheard, leaving her restless and on edge.
The truth was, she didn’t want to see him—didn’t even dare.
Ever since Harriet had uncovered her pregnancy, Lumina hadn’t slept well for a single night.
Every time her phone buzzed with a new message, her heart would leap in panic, half-expecting Harriet to change her mind and spill everything to Cedric—or worse, to the rest of the Royce family.
Night after night, she was haunted by nightmares.
She dreamed of the Royce family dragging her to an operating table, forcing her to get rid of the child.
The cold machinery pressing between her legs, the searing pain as it tore her apart piece by piece—it all felt unbearably real.
Lumina lingered outside the HR department, hesitating before quietly asking, “Jace, could you go upstairs and get it for me?”
Jace gave her an odd look. “Mr. Royce specifically asked for you by name, Lumina. It wouldn’t make a difference if I went.”
She hesitated, but after thanking him, turned and made her way upstairs.
All the while, she tried her best to look calm and collected.
When she reached the office door, she knocked.
From inside came Tonia’s sweet, syrupy voice, “Who is it?”
Steadying her breathing, Lumina replied, “It’s me, Lumina. I’m here to pick up my resignation paperwork.”
“You’re blaming the wrong person. Whether you’re bothered or not really depends on Mr. Royce. I can send someone, but he has to actually want them for you to get neglected.”
Lumina’s words were sharp, her smile icy. “Do you remember, Ms. Tatum, how back when I was with Mr. Royce, you used your child as leverage again and again, dragging him away from me in the middle of the night? All I’ve done is let you have a taste of your own medicine. Feeling uncomfortable already?”
“Lumina!” Winona’s composure finally cracked, her face flushing and paling in turns. “I never had any grudge against you, never set out to target you. Even after you hurt my child, I never blamed you. Why are you treating me like this?”
“Don’t act like the victim,” Lumina scoffed. “Honestly, I still can’t figure out what my brother ever saw in you.”
Suddenly, the office door swung open.
Tonia appeared in the doorway, her pretty face bright with satisfaction. She’d clearly overheard the argument, standing there with her arms crossed and the air of a victor. “Ladies, what’s got both of you so fired up today?”
Winona instantly smoothed her expression, dropping the sharpness and slipping back into her usual demure persona. She ignored Tonia and walked straight inside.

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