Chapter 111 What's Saint Mary's All About?
The living room fell silent.
Isabella felt her breath catch in her throat.
Lynda is here? At this hour, so late... Why is she here?
“You called Lynda?” Isabella blurted out, “Did you?”
"I didn't ask her to come."
With those words, Sebastian swiftly walked toward the exit.
However, before he could leave the living room, Lynda had already entered, and the two came face to face.
"Sebastian," Lynda exclaimed happily upon seeing him,
"Are you here to pick me up?"
"...Yeah."
"There wasn’t any need to, I can come to you. It's raining outside, a bit chilly. Did you get wet."
Only then did Isabella look out the window—everything was pitch black, streetlights reflecting a drizzle.
It's raining... she hadn't even noticed.
Sebastian's voice sounded distant, "Why did you come despite the rain? Why didn't you tell me in advance? I could have come or sent someone to pick you up."
"I thought you were busy with work, so I made my own arrangements. "
"Get some towels," Sebastian turned around and instructed the servant, "and prepare a cup of hot tea."
"Yes, Mr. Lawrence."
"No need to go through so much trouble, I'm not made of paper. I'm not that delicate."
Lynda said as she looked into the living room.
Isabella had already resumed using her laptop, seemingly indifferent to everything going on.
It’s just rain, not a downpour. There’s no need to make a fuss...
Forget it, stop thinking about it. Work brings her happiness, fills her life, and helps her forget all that has happened between them in the past...
"Isabella," Lynda walked over, unperturbed, "I came to Willowbrook Estate today to meet with you."
Isabella kept her gaze fixed on the screen, not lifting her head, "Meet me? That's quite unexpected. Miss Lynda and I have never known each other before yesterday, yesterday being the first time we met. I'm curious as to what could make you come looking for me."
"I'm here to apologize on behalf of the Watson family," Lynda explained.
"The Watson family?"
Isabella finally looked up, staring at Lynda in front of her.
"I heard about what happened between you and the Watson family," Lynda's expression was genuine, her tone sincere, "Bob was indeed in the wrong. He shouldn't have been disrespectful to you, let alone physically aggressive."
Isabella twitched the corner of her mouth, "Miss Lynda only just arrived in New York, and you already found out about this?"
“Uncle Watson once did me a favor...”
"Oh... I see," Isabella stretched her voice, "You're here to plead for Bob."
"Isabella, I know it's all his fault, and he will face the consequences for his actions. He must have apologized, and the Watson family has apologized as well. Here, I apologize on his behalf."
“So what? After apologizing, what does Miss Lynda want? Does she expect me to let him go?”
Lynda looked at her and said, "Forgive and forget, Isabella. There's no need for extreme measures. He will never make such a mistake again, besides, he is guilty, but not too guilty..."
“Stop.” Isabella interrupted, “It is so easy for you to speak, isn't it?"
"Isabella..."
"Don't address me that way, Miss Lynda, we're not acquainted. Either call me by my full name or call me Mrs. Lawrence."
Lynda bit her lip, glanced at Sebastian beside her, and lowered her head.
This charming and pitiful appearance truly evokes a strong protective instinct.
"Also," Isabella showed no sympathy for her pitiful white-flower appearance, and continued, "Miss Lynda, what you're doing now is called emotional blackmail."
“Emotional blackmail?”
Isabella sighed and closed her notebook.
She could forget about work for today.
"Yes," she nodded, "You come here and apologize to me with a proper and sincere attitude. If I don't forgive you, it would seem like my heart is so narrow, I'm petty and unforgiving."
“Isabella... no, Isabella. I didn’t...”
She smiled, "Still choosing to call me by my full name instead of Mrs. Lawrence. Miss Lynda, is it that difficult to say?"
Sebastian, who had been silent all along, finally spoke up, “Isabella, you’re being too forceful.”
"So, being like this is called being forceful?"
"You can express yourself properly."
Isabella replied, "I am expressing myself properly. I just wonder why you're just speaking up now? Are you going to stand on the same side as her and oppose me?"
Sebastian's eyes dimmed as he looked at her, his lips moved slightly, but in the end, he didn't say anything.
However, saying nothing was even more chilling to Isabella than if he had said something.
Now that Lynda has deliberately intervened in Bob's matter, what will Sebastian do?
Lynda is dear to him, will he let it go and release Bob?
Isabella's face remained expressionless.
Lynda's slightly aggrieved voice sounded, "Isabella.”
"Actually, I don't have any other intentions. I just hoped... we can have a good conversation about this matter without ruining someone innocent."
"Also, also," she continued, "I didn't talk to Sebastian about it. I came straight to you. I just know that you are the victim."
Isabella looked at her and stood up barefoot from the couch.
They were about the same height but had completely different personalities and appearances.
Isabella replied, "First, Bob has never been a good person. From his arrogant behavior and arrogant remarks, he has always been involved in bullying actions. Second, not only did you emotionally blackmail me, but you also brought up Sebastian to pressure me."
“I haven’t...”
"How come you haven't?" Isabella asked. "You kept saying that you came here to talk to me personally and didn't involve Sebastian. So, does that mean if you want Sebastian to let Bob go, you don't need my consent at all? Coming here to apologize to me now already shows that you think highly of me and respect me?"
Lynda didn't expect Isabella to be such a sharp-tongued person.
She couldn't argue with her at all.
But it's alright, in this nonviolent war between women, being strong-willed is not the best characteristic.
Being gentle and showing vulnerability is.
She lowered her head and said, "Isabella, you misunderstood me. I never thought that way. If I wanted to ask Sebastian, I would have gone to him long ago..."
"But the things you're saying now, aren't you saying them in front of him? Isn't he hearing everything clearly?"
Isabella thought that women could easily see through such tricks.
Who are you pretending to be, Saint Mary?
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