Chapter 1368

“Are you going to Jadeborough on business?” Roxanne asked, unable to contain her question as the car accelerated.

Lucian nodded, his gaze fixed on the road. “There’s an account problem I need to address.”

Suspicion flickered in Roxanne’s eyes. “And you have to go yourself?” She found his personal involvement excessive, despite her limited business knowledge.

Lucian’s expression remained unchanged. “The person in charge is a Farwell. Someone else might not be able to manage them, so I must go.”

It was a reasonable explanation, and Roxanne reluctantly accepted it. She’d assumed Lucian’s work involved mostly office strategy, unaware of the numerous smaller issues demanding his attention.

“What about you? Why are you going on a business trip so soon after recovering?” Lucian turned, giving her an inscrutable look.

Guilt washed over her. She’d prepared to tell him the truth, but the words failed her. “I…” she hesitated, then offered an evasive reply, “I’m helping with an emergency at a nursing home in Jadeborough.”

“Helping out?” Lucian echoed, puzzled. “With whom? Is it through the research institute?”

Roxanne averted her gaze sheepishly. “No. The Damaris family contacted me yesterday. Mr. Damaris said the situation is critical, and I’ll have an opportunity to learn from them, so…”

She glanced in the rearview mirror, expecting his disapproval of her travel plans with Jack. His expression remained unreadable, however; he merely nodded. “You should go if the geriatrics need help. Take care of yourself and avoid overworking.”

“That’s it? You have nothing else to say?” Roxanne blurted out.

Lucian raised an eyebrow in surprise. Regret immediately flooded her; she’d said too much. Words, once spoken, couldn’t be taken back.

After a long silence, Lucian’s voice filled the car. “There’s nothing to say. Saving patients is your job, and I can’t choose your work partner. Jack is an exceptional doctor. I’m confident you’ll both maintain a strictly professional relationship.”

A dissonance jarred her—his previous prejudice toward Jack contrasted sharply with his current words. Lost in her astonishment, she didn’t notice Lucian’s white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel. He clearly didn't mean what he said.