Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 380

Charlotte felt a surge of joy deep inside. She had been racking her brain for ways to convince James to let her off the hook, but now it seemed Mrs. Chancer would shield her completely.

Wiping away a few deliberate tears, she cried out, “Mom, this is all my fault. Please don’t blame James. Lucy ended up in the detention center because of me. Even if you send me to prison, I wouldn’t complain. It’s my mistake.”

Mrs. Chancer shook her head firmly and stood protectively in front of Charlotte. “Silly child, why are you saying such things? All you need to do is focus on resting and taking care of yourself. Giving me a healthy grandson is far more important than anything else.”

Deep down, Mrs. Chancer was hurting.

After all, it was her daughter Lucy who had been thrown under the bus and sent to jail.

If it weren’t for the precious grandchild growing in Charlotte’s belly, she would have agreed in an instant to let Charlotte face the consequences and free Lucy.

Mrs. Chancer forced herself to push past the pain and made the ultimate decision.

Charlotte turned to James, “James, don’t be angry anymore. I know this is partly my fault. Punish me however you see fit.”

Tears streamed down Charlotte’s cheeks like shimmering pearls, and she wiped at her nose with feigned innocence as she gazed at James.

Mrs. Chancer remained nearby, watching James intently. Finally, James sighed in exhaustion and relented. “Stay home and focus on the baby. Don’t think about this anymore. I’ll figure out what to do about Lucy.”

With that, Charlotte quickly dropped her sorrowful facade, wiping away her tears as Mrs. Chancer returned to her room. Alone with James, Charlotte couldn’t help but press further. “James, please get Lucy out of there.”

“I want to help her, but it’s not as simple as wanting it to happen,” James said, weariness evident in his tone. “I’ll do my best.”

Sarah sat calmly across from her, her expression composed. She smiled faintly. “Lucy, it’s been a while, but your sharp tongue hasn’t dulled a bit.”

“What do you want? I don’t want to see you,” Lucy said bitterly. The entire situation stung.

Sarah was dressed impeccably, looking polished and confident, while Lucy sat there in her prison uniform, branded a criminal. The contrast was a cruel irony.

Sarah didn’t react to Lucy’s hostility. She spoke evenly, her voice clear. “Lucy, I know you weren’t the one behind what happened at the Luthers’ villa.”

Lucy was startled. The words caught her off guard. She had spent days trying to prove her innocence, but her brother hadn’t believed her, nor had her mother. Yet here was Sarah—the very person she had tried to harm—saying she believed her.

A bitter laugh escaped Lucy’s lips. “And why are you saying this now? Are you here out of pity? Or is there something you’re trying to get out of me?”