Chapter 68 – Zara's Pov

• It seemed like the glass I was holding slipped from my hand, and it shattered, cutting me in the process. The pain stung, a physical representation of the emotional turmoil I was going through.
• I was in the kitchen, cooking breakfast while Lucas and our son haven't come down yet. Suddenly, I was overwhelmed by an inexplicable nervousness, and that's why I dropped the glass and got injured.
• Lucas quickly approached me, seeing my bleeding hands, and scolded me, “You need to be more careful, my dear!”