No Escape from Love novel Chapter 229

I gently patted Mom's hand, giving her a reassuring look before turning to leave the ward.

In the hallway, Lucas stood leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets and his head lowered. His expression was unreadable.

I stopped in front of him. "Why are you back?"

He lifted his gaze. "I saw the news... about your mother."

My heart clenched. So, it was because of that.

The reports, exaggerated and twisted, painted Mom as a malicious woman while amplifying Grandma's teary accusations.

"They're all lies," I said calmly.

Lucas was silent for a moment before replying in a low voice, "I know."

He knew? What exactly did he know? Did he know the reports were false, or did he know who was pulling the strings behind all this?

"Serena..." He started as if struggling with something unsaid.

But in the end, he only shook his head. "You look exhausted. Get some rest. We can talk later."

Then, he suggested, "Let's get something to eat. I haven't had a meal since I got off the plane."

I nodded, and we went to a small restaurant near the hospital. After ordering a few dishes, I finally couldn't hold back. "Why were you so eager to find me?"

Lucas sighed, putting on a concerned act. "I thought you didn't know about the news regarding Madam Burke, so I rushed over..."

I smiled and shook my head. "No matter what, she's my mother. How could I not know?"

But Lucas was like a stubborn piece of gum, impossible to shake off. He kept following me closely. I felt irritated but had no choice.

As we reached the hospital entrance, a sudden commotion broke out. Someone shouted, "Someone's on the roof, planning a suicide!"

At first, I didn't pay much attention. Incidents like this weren't uncommon at hospitals. But then Lucas grabbed my arm. He said nothing and just stood there, frozen.

I was about to snap at him when I followed his gaze to the rooftop.

A lone, slender figure stood at the edge—Mom.

It felt like an invisible hand was clamped around my heart at that moment, squeezing the air from my lungs.

I had no time to think. In a blind panic, I bolted toward the building.