As soon as people realized Richard was hurt, everyone was shocked.
They all turned to Lucas, shooting him looks full of blame and disgust.
"Mr. Westwood, that's a cheap shot—backstabbing people like that!”
someone snapped, their voice dripping with contempt.
Seriously, targeting a woman with a whole champagne tower? That was beyond messed up.
Lucas saw Sophia in Richard's arms.
A bunch of little details suddenly started adding up in his mind.
That day in Ginkgo Town, Richard had run out into the mountains through pouring rain just to look for Sophia.
Lucas thought, 'For someone like him, unless he is really in love, there's no way he'd risk his own neck like that.
"It's him, isn't it?" Lucas cried out, his voice trembling with both anger and disbelief.
He pointed straight at Richard, demanding of Sophia, "Is he the one you really love?"
Sophia didn't even spare Lucas another glance. She said to Richard, "You're hurt—hospital, now."
With Sophia helping him toward the exit, Richard turned and shot Lucas a frosty stare before heading out of the party hall.
The host of the party hurried over, practically falling over himself to apologize.
Richard getting hurt at his own event left the host wracked with guilt.
He personally escorted Sophia and Richard out of the hotel, and only after watching them get into the car did he finally dare to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.
With the Sterling and Westwood families both involved, he knew better than to offend either one.
Once Sophia was sure Richard wasn't seriously hurt, she quickly called Annabelle.
They'd left in such a rush that they'd totally forgotten to let Annabelle know what was going on.
When Annabelle picked up, she said, "Sophie, just take care of Uncle Richard. I've got the party hall situation handled—don't worry about a thing."
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