I went to find Lucas that afternoon, but he hadn't been in the Goldstein residence recently. Due to his weak body, he was hospitalized once again after catching a cold from attending a party. When Christopher and I arrived at the hospital, he was flipping through his medical record. Upon seeing me rush in, he frowned. “Did the Goldstein residence catch fire? Why are you in a rush?”
“It's something even more serious than that.” Seeing that he looked fine, I went straight to the point. “It's about my mom and... Dad. How much do you know about them? Is there anything that I don't know?”
Lucas was at a loss for words. A while later, he finally asked, “What do you mean? They are your parents. If you, as their daughter, don't even know what's going on, how the hell am I supposed to know? Are you out of your mind? I'm your cousin, not your biological brother.”
“But you grew up in the Goldstein residence, so shouldn't you know more than me?” I was a bit desperate at that point.
“What do you want to ask?” Lucas asked. He knew I had some questions in my mind and his anxiousness rose when I couldn't bring myself to voice them after a while.
I began to panic when I recalled hearing weird sounds from Isabelle's side whenever I called her. Quickly, I turned to Christopher for help.