All Chapters of UNCHARTED PATH : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Meanwhile, last night, after the paramedics had taken Lucas away, some officers were at the accident scene. They were looking around for means of identification or any important belongings of the victims. One of them had crouched beside the damaged vehicle, still checking carefully. That was when he spotted a phone lying just beneath the driver’s seat. Miraculously, it was intact despite everything else. As he picked it up, the screen lit up and began to buzz instantly. Alex was calling. The officer hesitated for a second, then answered. “Hello?” he said, his tone steady but cautious. “Baby, please let’s…” The voice on the other end started but stopped abruptly. A beat of silence before Alex asked, “Who is this?” Alex’s voice was sharp, laced with confusion and rising dread. His chest tightened in fear. Was it another kidnapping? His thoughts spiraled. The officer straightened slightly, glancing at the wreckage before speaking. “This is a police officer.

Alex's phone buzzed once, twice, and on the third, he picked up. “Yes, Jason?” Alex’s voice came through, breathless, strained, like he hadn’t slept. “Are you with Lucas?” Jason cut in immediately, his words tumbling out. “Tell me you’re with him.” There was a short, dreadful pause before he responded. “No, Jason,” Alex answered, confusion threading into his tone. Then his voice broke, panic spilling through. “Jason…I’m so scared.” Jason’s grip tightened around the phone. “What are you talking about? Where is he?” Alex sucked in a shaky breath, like he was barely holding himself together. “My Lucas… he…he couldn’t recognize me,” he said, his voice cracking. “He had an accident last night.” “What?!” The shout came in unison.Mr. Westman stiffened. Mrs. Benson gasped loudly. Annie covered her mouth, her eyes widening in horror. Jason felt his heart slam violently against his ribs. “What do you mean he couldn’t recognize you?” he demanded, his voice rising

Lucas lay still, eyes shut, breaths too measured. The steady beep of the monitor filled the quiet room, but his mind was anything but calm. It had been two days since he woke up. Two days of partial amnesia. Two days of confusion about one man who refused to leave his side. Alex had always spent his free time with Lucas who always pretended to be asleep. He was aware that he was faking the sleep but decided to give him time. Unfortunately, that afternoon, Alex came by when the doctor was making his rounds. He decided to expose it. Lucas’s fingers twitched slightly against the bedsheet as that familiar scent drifted into the room. He had already memorized that cologne. It was clean, sharp, with something warm beneath it. “He’s here again.” He muttered.Instinctively, he stilled his body, forcing his breathing back into that slow, even rhythm he thought he had perfected. The door clicked softly. Alex and the doctor stepped in. “Doctor, how is he today?” Alex’s v

“How can you tell him we have nothing?” Alex continued, stepping forward, eyes burning. “You know exactly what we have. You know how much I care about him. Why are you doing this?” He didn’t wait for an answer. He crossed the room in quick strides and reached for Lucas’s hand. He held it gently but firmly, as if it were the only thing keeping him grounded. “Sweetheart…” His voice softened instantly. All the anger melted into something raw and desperate. “I know he’s your father, but please, don’t believe everything he’s telling you, okay?” Lucas looked up at him, eyes wide, torn and searching. “I’m your Alex,” he said quietly, his thumb brushing over Lucas’s knuckles. “And I would never hurt you. Never.” Lucas’s fingers were still loosely wrapped around Alex’s when the older man stormed forward and yanked their hands apart. The sharp motion startled both of them. “Don’t touch him!” his father barked, stepping in front of the bed like a shield. His chest heaved, ey

The rest of the day passed in a blur for Lucas. Doctors came and left. Nurses checked on him occasionally. EvenHis father stopped by twice, each time reminding him to rest and avoid “unnecessary stress,” which Lucas knew was another way of saying avoid Alex. However, avoiding Alex proved harder than he expected. This was because, somehow, Alex remained in his thoughts. Every quiet moment brought back the sadness in his eyes before he left. Every silence reminded him of the warmth of his touch. The worst part was that it frustrated him. By evening, the sky outside the hospital windows had darkened completely when Derby finally arrived. Lucas heard her before he properly saw her—the soft click of heels against the tiled floor. Then the door opened. A beautiful young woman stepped in, elegant even after what appeared to be a rushed trip. Her hair framed her face neatly. The moment she saw Lucas, concern immediately filled her expression. “Oh my God, Lucas dear.” She hu