WantNovelChapter 392
This was the first tLucy 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 tbefore 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."
"lI 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 crshe
didn't commit.
"Lucy, this is not up for debate,” Mrs. Chancer said firmly. "Your brother and | 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?"
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"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, you don't really know your grandfather. When it comes to the people he cares about, he's fair and even
protective. But don't forget—neither you, nor I, nor your sister-in-law are among those people. In his eyes, only
the Chancer family business matters. Maybe he values your brother, but that's it. Do you know what he said
when he found out Charlotte was pregnant?"
Lucy shook her head. Mrs. Chancer let out a self-deprecating laugh. "He said, 'That's still a Chancer heir. I'll make
sure it's well protected.""
Lucy stared at her mother, her heart sinking. She finally understood what her mother meant-and what her
grandfather meant.
Her gaze drifted past Mrs. Chancer, settling on the hallway outside the door. There, a mother knelt at a doctor's
feet, clutching a child who was coughing up blood. The woman sobbed and pleaded desperately, "Please, doctor,
save my daughter! I'll sell a kidney, my liver—anything! | beg you..."
Lucy spoke softly, her voice distant. "Mom, everything you've said boils down to one thing you want
"What?" Mrs. Chancer turned to follow Lucy's gaze, noticing the heartbreaking scene outside.
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 | wouldn't act the
sif it cto 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 | was in
detention and you cto visit me, | thought the strong emotions you showed were worry for me.
But now | understand it wasn't worry. It was just your hatred for Sarah. | 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..."
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