No Escape from Love novel Chapter 244

"It's already too late," Alex said in a tone layered with meaning as he looked at me. "She has already organized everything she knows and handed it over to the media."

I jerked my head up in shock and nearly spilled my lemon water. What? Did she already expose everything? I wasn't even prepared for this at all.

Lexi was still as impulsive as ever!

A wave of frustration surged inside me. I took a deep breath and forced myself to stay calm.

What was done was done. Getting angry wouldn't help. First, I needed to find out exactly what she had said.

I set down my glass and picked up my phone, dialing Lexi's number.

After a few rings, a bright, sweet voice came through the receiver. "Hello? Serena? It's me, Lexi."

"It's me." I tried to keep my voice steady. "Alex told me you've already spoken to the media."

"Yeah." Lexi hesitated for a moment. "I just felt… like I had to do something."

The second I heard her voice, I knew she had acted on impulse again just like before.

I couldn't even count how many times in the past she had done something reckless, and I was always the one who had to clean up the mess afterward.

"Lexi…" I sighed while rubbing my temples as a headache crept in. "If you're so sure about what you did, why do you sound nervous now?"

"I'm not!" She immediately raised her voice with a hint of irritation in her tone. But just as quickly, she softened. "I just… I really felt like I needed to do something."

"Okay, okay, you're not nervous," I said, placating her before she got defensive again.

"Now, tell me—what exactly did you tell the media reporters?"

How would they know what happened in my family?

"My dad used to work with your dad," she explained quickly. "They were really close, so… he knew some things about your family. After my parents got divorced, I moved away with my mom, and we lost touch. But when I saw the news online, I thought… maybe I could help."

I let out a long sigh, muttered a quick thanks, and hung up the phone. To be honest, I didn't even know how to react to her so-called "righteous act".

Alex had been sitting across from me the whole time. When he saw me put down my phone, he finally asked, "So? What did she say?"

I rubbed my forehead with exhaustion weighing on me. "She spilled everything—the abuse my mom suffered, how my dad was pushed to his death, and how my grandmother threw us out in the end."

Alex's expression turned serious. "And… do you think it'll help?"

"It should… probably help."