Chapter 162: Who Are They
LUCIAN’S P.O.V.
The moment I answered the phone, I knew something was wrong. The woman’s voice, soft and shaky, was a far cry from the booming confidence I was used to from Luke.
"Hello?" she said, barely above a whisper.
"Who is this?" I demanded, my tone sharper than intended. Patience wasn’t my strong suit, especially now.
"This is Grace," she replied, and I froze for a moment. Luke’s wife. That couldn’t be good. "Lucian, is everything alright? You don’t usually call."
I ignored the small talk and got straight to the point. "Where’s Luke? I need to speak with him—it’s important."
There was a pause, a shaky inhale, and then the sound of muffled sobs. "Luke’s...he’s in the hospital," Grace managed, her voice breaking.
My heart stopped. "What?"
"He fainted this morning," she continued, her words tumbling out like a confession. "He complained of a terrible headache, and then he just...collapsed."
I turned to Elizabeth, my face a mask of disbelief. She was mid-chant over Teresa, but her sharp gaze snapped to mine, concern flickering in her ember eyes. I swallowed hard and refocused on Grace. "Grace, listen to me. Stay calm. I’m sending people to get Luke. My medical team will take over his care."
Her sobs grew louder, but she managed a tearful, "Thank you, Lucian. Thank you so much. I don’t know what I’d do without you."