The Rise of Lucas

Chapter 97

In the middle of the hospital's impersonal, fluorescent-lit halls, Lucas discovered a brief escape. He went out into the cool night air, his heart heavy and thoughts racing, through the sliding glass doors that led to a peaceful courtyard with a few seats.

He sank into a worn seat, the chilly metal providing a sharp contrast to the cozy atmosphere of the hospital room. His thoughts seemed to be suspended in the vast expanse of the night sky, a canvas covered with shimmering stars.

From Isabella's frantic call, the hasty response to her plight, the exposure of Trump's brutality, and now, the twist of destiny contrived by Dr. Lilian, the events of the last few days played out like a loop in his head. Lucas found himself swept up in a story whose complexities he struggled to understand as each chapter descended into suspense.

A heavy sigh, befitting the multitude of emotions he was navigating, escaped him as he reclined. The sound of the creaking seat under him served as a gentle reminde