Chapter 84 Seb Is Not What I Want
The whole ride was silent and the car felt suffocating.
When Susan finally got home, she changed her shoes in the foyer and headed straight to the bedroom.
To avoid rushing today, she had packed her clothes and personal items the night before.
She thought she could just leave with her suitcase, but someone had to check if she was taking anything that wasn't hers.
Looking around the room she had lived in for so long, Susan felt a bit sad but quickly grabbed her suitcase and left the bedroom.
Susan dragged her suitcase into the living room. Kathy looked at it with reluctance and asked, "Mrs. Anderson, are you really leaving?"
Susan felt guilty for Kathy, who had taken such good care of her. Without Kathy, she wouldn't have recovered so quickly.
"Kathy, don't call me Mrs. Anderson anymore. I'm not that anymore. Just call me Susan," she said, patting Kathy's hand.
Seb, sitting on the sofa, heard this and his face darkened.
Susan ignored him. She placed a bank card and a blue velvet box with a diamond necklace on the coffee table and said, "Your card. The most expensive jewelry I bought with it. And this.""
She took off the diamond ring on her finger and placed it on the bank card.
Seb intertwined his fingers and asked, "Is it necessary to be so clear-cut with me?"
"Look, we're done. Let's just make a clean break, no strings attached, okay?"" Susan said, her lips trembling.
Their eyes locked, filled with too many emotions and hidden feelings.
At that moment, the doorbell rang.
Kathy quickly went to open the door.
In the midst of Susan and Seb's stare-down, the sound of high heels echoed from the foyer.
Susan turned and saw Cynthia in a bright red coat. She frowned, thinking, 'So eager, Cynthia couldn't wait another minute.'
"Looks like I came at a bad time," Cynthia said with a smile, glancing at Susan's suitcase.
Susan coldly replied, "No, you came at the right time. I'm making room for you. You've finally got what you wanted!"
Just as Cynthia was about to retort, Seb's authoritative voice interrupted.
"What are you doing here?"
Cynthia quickly smiled and said, ""Carol sent me. Said you just got divorced and weren't doing so hot. Just wanted to check in.""
Susan couldn't help but sneer inwardly. It seemed the whole family had planned this. Cynthia had already received Carol's approval, just waiting for her to step aside. How foolish she was to still harbor a sliver of hope.
"How did my mom know I just got divorced today?" Seb asked, frowning.
"I don't know," Cynthia replied, lowering her head.
Susan looked up at Seb, wondering if he was acting or if he really hadn't told Carol about their divorce today.
Seb's cold gaze landed on Kathy.
Following his eyes, Susan saw Kathy looking down, appearing timid.
Susan suddenly realized Kathy had told Carol everything. Kathy had worked for the Anderson family for years; Carol was her real boss.
Though annoyed, Susan understood Kathy was just doing her job. She had to follow orders from whoever paid her, and it was the Anderson family signing her checks. With that thought, Susan felt more at ease.
"Mr. Anderson, I'm just a servant. If Mrs. Carol Anderson asks, I have to tell the truth," Kathy explained, clutching her clothes under Seb's gaze.
"You can pack your things and go back to the central district," Seb said coldly.
"Yes." Relieved, Kathy quickly went to her room to pack.
Susan grabbed her suitcase handle, ready to leave.
Cynthia glanced at the coffee table, saw the bank card, diamond ring, and necklace. Her eyes flashed, and she quickly blocked Susan's path.
"What do you want?" Susan looked at Cynthia with disdain.
Cynthia crossed her arms and sneered, "I heard your family's practically dirt poor. Bunch of nobodies who've never been outside their own backyard.""
"What are you trying to say?" Susan knew Cynthia had nothing good to say but couldn't back down.
"There are valuable things in Seb's house. Don't accidentally take something expensive and put it in your suitcase," Cynthia said provocatively.
"Cynthia, have you said enough?" Seb suddenly stood up.
Hearing this, Susan turned to look at Seb, who was already frowning.
She brought the suitcase in front of Seb, bent down, and dumped everything out.
Clothes and personal items scattered messily on the carpet.
"Look, is there anything of yours in there?" Susan said, raising her chin and staring at Seb.
Seb's eyes flickered, and he said in a low voice, "Is this necessary?"
"Check it now, so you won't say I took your things later," Susan said, her emotions a bit agitated. She thought she could handle it calmly, but she couldn't. It seemed she still needed more practice.
Seb frowned tightly. Susan squatted down to pack her clothes and personal items back into the suitcase. He looked down at her, his lips tightly pressed together.
Locking the suitcase, Susan didn't look at Seb, pulled the suitcase, and walked away. She came to Cynthia, whose eyes were filled with the light of a victor.
"This isn't your house to be checking! You don't get to tell me what to do." With that, Susan turned and left.
Cynthia was too angry to speak, but she wasn't yet the mistress of the house.
When she reached the foyer, Susan suddenly turned around and smiled at Cynthia. "This house and Seb, I don't want any of it. If you like, you can take it all. I'm starting a new life!"
With that, under the surprised gazes of Seb and Cynthia, Susan turned and left.
Susan's words were meant for both Cynthia and herself. She needed to let go of everything and start fresh.
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