Chapter 85 Disappearing From His Life
Seb looked at Susan's back with a hint of admiration. From the moment she appeared in his life, she gave him a different feeling. She was tough on the outside but soft on the inside, straightforward in nature, and had a strong spirit of not giving up when faced with setbacks—qualities that his previous girlfriends lacked.
Cynthia knew Seb well. She saw the admiration in his eyes for Susan, sparking her jealousy.
"Seb, you need someone to take care of you. How about I move in?" Cynthia suggested, sitting next to him.
Without looking at her, Seb replied, "If your place is too small, I can rent you a bigger one."
"That's not what I meant," Cynthia quickly said.
"I'm used to living alone," Seb responded coldly.
Cynthia, head down, thought for a moment. "Seb, I just want to see you every day. Your happiness is my happiness."
"Really?" Seb stared at her, his gaze icy.
"Don't you believe me?" Cynthia reached for his hand.
Annoyed, Seb pulled away, stood up, and walked to the window. "I need some time alone. You should go."
Cynthia, hurt, got up to leave but couldn't. She wrapped her arms around his waist, sobbing, "Seb, remember our happy days? We were everything to each other!"
Seb, feeling a mix of helplessness and emotion, murmured, "That's the past."
"We can start over!" Cynthia pleaded, looking into his eyes.
"After your choice back then, it's impossible now," Seb said, frowning.
Tears streamed down Cynthia's face. She grabbed his hand, "Seb, I know I was wrong, but I had to help my dad. You have parents too. Please understand."
"Sorry, I can't," Seb said coldly.
Desperate, Cynthia begged, "I don't need a title. I just want to be by your side..."
"You're asking for everything, Cynthia. You've disappointed me," Seb said, turning to leave.
"Seb," Cynthia called out, collapsing in a panic.
Seb turned and saw her having an asthma attack. He quickly bent down, "Where's your medicine?"
"In my bag," Cynthia struggled to say.
Seb quickly grabbed the medicine from her bag and sprayed it near her nose. Cynthia's breathing gradually improved. Just then, Kathy rushed in, hearing the commotion.
"Does Miss Phillips have asthma?" Kathy asked, surprised.
"Get a glass of water," Seb instructed, ignoring her question.
"Okay," Kathy hurried off to fetch water.
Cynthia, lying in Seb's arms, said sadly, "I know I'm sick. I can't get married or have kids. I might've been harsh on Susan because I was jealous. Seb, don't blame me!"
Seeing her suffering, Seb's tone softened. "Don't worry. The treatment plan from Averlake is ready. I'll take you there soon."
"No! I don't want to go. I don't want to leave you," Cynthia clung to his collar.
"I'll go with you," Seb finally relented.
"Really?" Cynthia's eyes lit up.
"I keep my word," Seb nodded.
Kathy returned with the water. Seb handed the cup to Cynthia, who drank half of it.
Seb then told Kathy, "Don't worry about going back to the central district. I'll have a car take you and Cynthia to her place. Stay with her, look after her.."
Kathy glanced at Cynthia, reluctant but obedient. "Yes."
Meanwhile, Susan wandered the streets before dragging her suitcase back to Catherine's house.
Inside, she found James lounging on the sofa, drinking pear water, Catherine's specialty.
"What are you doing here?" Susan snapped at James.
"I'm here to see Catherine and Dorothy," James said, startled, quickly putting his feet down from the coffee table.
"Hmph, my mom and Dorothy don't need your concern. Leave now!" Susan pointed to the door.
"I'm still your father. How can you talk to me unkindly?" James said, lacking confidence.
"It's ridiculous for you to call yourself my father. My father died fifteen years ago!" Susan shouted.
Catherine heard the argument and rushed out of the kitchen.
"Susan, why are you back?" she asked, seeing her daughter.
"Mom, didn't I tell you not to let him in? Why is he here again?" Susan demanded angrily.
Catherine was at a loss for words. Noticing Susan's suitcase, she asked, "Why did you bring your suitcase back? Did you have a fight with Seb?"
James, more concerned than Catherine, urgently asked, "How could you quarrel with Seb? You're so immature!"
Susan, exasperated by James's attitude, announced, "Mom, Seb and I didn't quarrel . We finalized our divorce!"
She hadn't wanted to worry Catherine, but telling her now felt necessary, especially to emphasize to James that she and Seb were over.
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