Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 392

This was the first time Lucy had shown such determination. “I believe Sarah will uncover the truth soon. She’s already tracked down Michael Luther. It’s only a matter of time before the truth comes out. Then what will you do to protect Charlotte?”

Mrs. Chancer’s expression turned colder. “You don’t need to worry about anything else. Once you’re discharged, you’ll confess. That’s what you need to do.”

“I won’t! Never!” Lucy’s voice was hoarse and weak. After saying so much in one go, she didn’t have the strength to say more.

She couldn’t believe that her mother was forcing her like this—forcing her to confess to a crime she didn’t commit.

“Lucy, this is not up for debate,” Mrs. Chancer said firmly. “Your brother and I have already made up our minds. Even if you’re sentenced, we’ll do whatever it takes to get you out.”

Lucy let out a bitter laugh. “Mom, you’ll stop at nothing to protect Charlotte, won’t you?”

“Say what you will, but this matter is settled,” Mrs. Chancer replied without a hint of softness.

Lucy lay back on the bed. Even though her head was spinning, the pain of hearing her mother’s words cut deeper than anything else. They truly cared more about Charlotte and the baby she was carrying than they did about her. Clinging to a shred of hope, she asked, “What about Grandpa? What does he think?”

In her mind, her grandfather had always been righteous and principled, someone who understood right from wrong. He would never force her to take the fall for Charlotte just because of the baby.

But Mrs. Chancer looked down at her with a cold and distant gaze, one Lucy had never seen before—so cold it felt like ice piercing her heart.

Lucy’s lips curled into a faint, mocking smile. “That’s what love looks like in the face of life and death. You’ve never been like that.”

Mrs. Chancer frowned, her tone sharp with defensiveness. “How do you know I wouldn’t act the same if it came to that?”

Lucy shifted her gaze back, her expression calm, as though she had made peace with everything. She spoke slowly, her voice tinged with quiet resignation. “You wouldn’t. All those times I was in detention and you came to visit me, I thought the strong emotions you showed were worry for me. But now I understand—it wasn’t worry. It was just your hatred for Sarah. I was nothing more than a tool for you to use.”

Mrs. Chancer hadn’t expected such words. Her expression wavered, and she struggled to respond. “Lucy, everyone expresses love in their own way…”