Rebirth Swapped Bride: Married to a Ruthless Cursed billionaire Book2-Chapter 154: Lucas told Drake about Sarah’s problem

Drake let out a heavy sigh.

"Your old man is ruthless, I tell you.

How could he actually go through with it?" Lucas snorted derisively through his nose.

"Since when has he ever held back?

If Beauty hadn’t pushed me out of the way, if I hadn’t dodged, his own son would be the one bleeding right now.

From childhood till now, when has he ever cared about anyone else’s feelings?

Even Mom—he always barked at her like she was nothing..."

Lucas rarely spoke about his mother in front of others.

Even with Beauty, the woman who now shared his bed, he had never brought her up.

Perhaps the deeper the love, the harder it was to reveal one’s scars and vulnerabilities.

Before they knew it, several bottles of red wine had been emptied between them, their eyes glazed with a faint haze of intoxication.

Drake slumped onto the sofa, covering his face as a quiet sob escaped him.

"Why won’t Sarah just forgive me?

Tell me—if I really go through with the engagement to Samantha, would Sarah even shed a single tear for me?"

"Don’t be an idiot.

Hasn’t Sarah cried enough over you?

Her family is on the verge of bankruptcy now—don’t make things worse for her."

This was something Sarah had begged him to keep secret.

She didn’t want Drake to know, didn’t want to drag him into it.

Yet here he was, spilling it all after a few too many drinks.

Before Lucas could react, a pair of strong hands seized his collar and yanked him up.

Drake’s voice was sharp with shock.

"What did you just say?

Her family is going bankrupt?

How come I didn’t know?"

"You’ve been too busy playing lovey-dovey with Samantha to even notice.

When was the last time you cared about Sarah?

Her father is in trouble— he got caught up in some investigation.

He’s probably headed for prison.

Her mother’s health is failing, and she’s hospitalized right now.

I only just heard about it myself."

"Damn it!"

Drake hurled his wine bottle to the floor, shattering it, and lunged for the door—only for Lucas to grab his arm and yank him back.

"Sarah doesn’t want you to know.

Don’t make things harder for her.

Word is that Samantha families are involved in this.

If you’re not afraid of Sarah coming at you with a knife, then go ahead—see what happens."

"I’d go even if she came at me with a knife.

Which hospital is her mother?

Take me there now."

Drake yanked Lucas up from the couch again.

The driver pulled up in front of the hospital, and Drake was the first to step out, striding straight toward the entrance.

After all these years with Sarah, even if there was no love left between them, there was still friendship.

Something this serious had happened—even if she despised him, even if she really did come at him with a knife like Lucas said, he’d take it.

Lucas, worried the two might end up arguing in the hospital, quickly gave the driver a few instructions before hurrying after him.

Sarah’s mother had only just been rushed to the hospital after a sudden attack.

He’d just learned the news from Nathalie and, in a moment of carelessness, blurted everything out.

But he knew deep down, Sarah would want Drake by her side.

The rift between them had to be mended eventually—they couldn’t keep dragging this out forever.

A nurse led them to the door of the intensive care unit and gave a soft knock.

"Come in." The voice that answered was steady and composed, though laced with exhaustion.

Not long ago, she had been out drinking with them at the club.

Back then, he’d been too wrapped up in his own jealousy to notice the sorrow in her eyes.

Drake, you absolute fool.

The moment the door opened, Drake stepped inside.

Three people sat on the sofa in the room—Sarah, Nathalie, and Ryan.

Sarah’s eyes were swollen and red—she’d clearly been crying for a long time.

"What are you guys doing here?"

The moment she spotted Drake and Lucas, she sprang up from the couch.

Especially when her gaze landed on Drake, her icy eyes practically radiated venom.

Lucas spoke first, casting a calm glance at Nathalie before his eyes settled on Sarah’s face.

"We were having drinks together, and I accidentally let it slip.

How’s your mom doing now?"

Lately, he caught wind of some rumors about Sarah’s family—financial troubles, with the authorities now investigating.

But knowing Sarah’s proud nature, he hadn’t wanted to pry open her wounds.

Instead, he quietly pulled strings and gathered information behind the scenes.

He just hadn’t expected things to escalate so quickly.

"The doctor was just here," Sarah said, her voice trembling.

"He said... Mom doesn’t have much time left.

That once this illness relapses, there’s no coming back."

Her eyes reddened again, but with Drake present, she held back, her throat tightening visibly, fingers clenched into fists.

"Then stay here with her.

Don’t worry about the company—I’ve got it covered.

If you need anything, just say the word.

We’re not going anywhere."

Lucas’s bond with Sarah ran just as deep as his brotherhood with Drake.

To him, they were both irreplaceable.

There was a purity to their friendship—something only they truly understood, a trust and outsiders could never grasp.

That’s why, time and again, he’d always shielded Sarah—even before his own brother.

Not just because she was the one hurting, but because he *knew* her.

Maybe even better than Drake did.

"Lucas," she choked out, stepping forward to bury her face in his chest.

"I don’t think I can hold on much longer."

Tears fell like scattered pearls, unrestrained at last.

She had never shown vulnerability or shed tears in front of others before, let alone when the man standing beside her was the one she deeply loved.

Long ago, she had vowed never to let a single tear fall in his presence.

"It’s alright.

No matter what happens, I’m here for you."

Lucas spoke softly, gently patting her back as if soothing a little lamb.

He and Sarah had actually known each other since childhood, though they had both forgotten over the years.

It wasn’t until she became his sister-in-law that they rediscovered their shared past during a casual conversation.

Standing nearby, Drake watched in bitter silence as the woman he loved was embraced by his closest friend.

His emotions churned like a storm.

Had things been different, he might have already broken Lucas’s hands for daring to touch her.

No matter how close they were as brothers or friends, his lover was off-limits—not a single finger could be laid on her.

Sarah pulled away, wiping the tear stains from her face.

She forced a faint smile before turning her back, not even sparing Drake a glance—completely ignoring his presence.

His chest tightened with frustration.

Clenching his fists, he spoke in a low voice to her slender silhouette, "Sarah, you can always talk to me.

If there’s anything I can do to help, I will."

"And how exactly do you plan to help?"

She spun around, her eyes blazing as she stared at him, a bitter smile twisting her lips.

She drew a shaky breath, her eyelids reddening again.

"By helping your fiancée finish what she started?"