Love Coming From The Least Expected novel Chapter 522

I was quite surprised that the first thing he said to me was regarding Mark. Lucas was a Goldstein, and Mark was his uncle. Hence, shouldn’t he know more about Mark’s situation than I?

Nodding, I said in confusion, “Yes, I have. He’s in Anglandur. Don’t you know that? Why are you acting as though this is news to you? Don’t tell me you’ve never seen him all these years.”

Lucas shot me a weird glance. He ignored my question and asked back, “I heard he got into a shooting in Anglandur. Do you know what’s going on?”

I assumed Lucas was here because he was concerned for his uncle. With an apologetic expression, I replied, “I’m sorry, I don’t know anything. The day the shooting happened, I was already on the plane. I only heard about it over the news. According to reports, they’re fine. Don’t worry too much.”

“Fine?” Lucas’ eyes shifted around. I had no idea what he was thinking. He was standing still, but his mind looked like it was running in a thousand different directions.

I had never seen Lucas like this before. He had always been extremely put together and well-mannered. Due to his physical condition, he never got involved much in the business world. He mostly gave off a scholarly vibe. However, now he seemed to have a sort of darkness enveloping him.

“Did something happen?” I could not help but ask.

He shook his head in response. After that, he asked me a little about how I was doing before preparing to leave. I had no time to react. Right before he went, something suddenly clicked in my brain. “Wait! Did you already know about my mother and your uncle? Do you know where they are?”

If that was not the case, how could he have known I would meet Mark when I went to Anglandur? It was a huge country, after all. The only possible explanation was that he knew where Isabelle had been all along.

After being discharged, I was treated significantly better. Christopher wanted to take me home, but with Julia around, the house would be run by the Lane family. After dinner, I assumed I would have to sleep in the guest room. To my surprise, the servant brought me to Christopher’s bedroom instead.

I could not believe it. In fact, I actually thought that there was some sort of mistake. “Is the guest room not ready?” I asked the servant.

“Why do you need the guest room, Mrs. Lane? Do you have friends coming over?” asked the servant respectfully.

Mrs. Lane? Hearing this term, I paused for a moment. Then, I coughed slightly and asked, “Isn’t it a little inappropriate for you to be calling me that?”