Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 381

Sarah’s gaze lazily swept over Lucy, her tone unhurried as she said, “Lucy, no one knows your situation better than you. Are you really willing to be their scapegoat?”

Lucy stared at her in disbelief. “You expect me to believe you’d be so kind?”

“Honestly, there’s someone behind both you and Charlotte—Vivian, isn’t it? Look where protecting them has gotten you,” Sarah said with a faint smile.

Lucy’s face turned pale, but she remained defiant. “As if being near you would be any better. It’s just jumping from one pit to another.”

“I’m not here to waste time with you,” Sarah replied coolly. “I know Charlotte was the one at the Luthers’ villa. I need more details. Tell me everything.”

Her icy gaze sent a shiver down Lucy’s spine. After a long internal struggle, Lucy finally spoke up.

Maybe Sarah was right—she had gone from one bad situation to another. But that didn’t mean she was willing to keep being someone else’s scapegoat.

After spilling everything—how Vivian orchestrated her release and arranged for Charlotte to meet her—Sarah’s lips curved into a satisfied smile.

“Since you’ve told me everything, there’s no reason for you to stay in this detention center,” Sarah said.

Lucy’s expression grew complicated. She knew Sarah wasn’t someone who would let her off so easily.

Sure enough, Sarah continued, “Lucy, do you remember how you got out last time? Your psychiatric evaluation is still on file. The place you belong is a mental institution.”

Her tone was light, but Lucy’s face drained of all color.

“No! You can’t do this to me!” Lucy shouted, panic rising in her voice.

The thought of being in a mental institution—surrounded by unstable people, forced to take medication every day—terrified her. Last time, her grandfather had managed to save her, but she knew he wouldn’t intervene again.

Sarah stood up, her expression indifferent. “It’s not up to you,” she said simply before walking away.

Incidents like these happened constantly. The relentless criticism gradually wore down her fiery temper.

Lucy slammed her fists against the door of her room. She had been locked inside for nearly two hours, and no one had come to check on her. The isolation was unbearable. With no one to talk to, all she had was an overwhelming sense of loneliness.

At mealtime, she carried her tray to a corner and sat down, trying to eat in peace. Just as she was about to take her first bite, another patient disrupted her.

“What are you eating?”

The person looked relatively normal. Lucy, annoyed, snapped, “Can’t you see for yourself?”

“I saw,” the person replied casually. “But eating too much can make you fat.”

Lucy rolled her eyes, her patience wearing thin.