Chapter 112 You might as well go directly to Sebastian
However, men just fall for this trick.
Isabella does too, but she disdains it!
“’…I'm sorry," Lynda said, "Perhaps my behavior today was too abrupt and thoughtless, causing you inconvenience and trouble. I apologize, and I am willing to make it up to you. So, Isabella, can we discuss about the situation now?"
Well, this is playing it smart by retreating.
As a result, Isabella truly becomes the imposing one.
She looked at Sebastian.
But Sebastian averted his gaze.
Isabella's hand unconsciously tightened, her nails sinking into her flesh. Only the pain could keep her alert.
Then Sebastian's soft and gentle voice came, "Lynda, how are you connected to the Watson family?“
"Auntie Watson was my mother's friend. But you know too, Sebastian, my mother passed away from illness a long time ago. Auntie Watson has taken good care of our family, and I always remember this good gesture”."
Sebastian's voice carried a hint of pit“, "I see."
Isabella rolls her eyes.
Here we go again, what's with the act of being pitiful? I can't stand it“
"Sebastian, Auntie Watson found me, and I couldn't ignore her. But I also know that Isabella has been greatly hurt in this matter. So, I came to apologize to her, hoping she will let Bob go”.."
As she spoke, Lynda grabbed Sebastian's sleeve, "But I won't want you to intervene. Isabella is the victim, and she has to forgive for this matter to be resolved."
Isabella couldn't listen any longer.
She didn't want to speak, but every word from Lynda made her want to snap at her“
"Miss Lynda," she said, "I believe you might as well go directly to Sebastian and ask him to let Bob go, for the sake of your pride. There's no need to beat around the bush and make such a big detour here."
It is obvious that Lynda is intentionally putting on a show for Sebastian.
To demonstrate how understanding she is, how considerate she is, and how kind she is.
And Isabella?
Naturally, she becomes a malicious woman.
Lynda probably predicted that Isabella would not easily give in and forgive Bob, let alone let him go.
Who would easily forgive a despicable man who laid hands on her and slapped her, and wants to forcefully have his way in the room?
So, Lynda deliberately used this tactic first. After the conversation with Isabella collapses, Sebastian will step in and take care of everything.
Indeed, after Isabella finished speaking...
Lynda's lips quivered as she looked at Sebastian, a conflicted expression on her face. "What... what should I do?" she asked.
Sebastian himself was in a dilemma. He had witnessed firsthand how Isabella was humiliated and mistreated, and that scene was still vivid in his memory. However, now there was this connection between Lynda and the Watson family, and if he didn't let it go, what would happen to Lynda? Throughout the discussion, Sebastian had remained mostly silent because... he was genuinely torn.
"Isabella," Sebastian looked up at her, "you..."
"Are you asking me to forgive him?" Isabella interrupted, throwing the question back at him.
"I am not asking you to forgive," he replied.
"Good," Isabella said, "because I have no intention of forgiving Bob."
Lynda's face turned pale. "But, but..."
"There's no 'but' here, Miss Lynda," Isabella smiled. "There's no need to waste any more time here. You saw my attitude."
Isabella was pressuring Sebastian, but if she didn't, what could she do? Should she pressure herself? Could she really say the words "forgive" to Bob? That would only let Lynda have her way. Isabella would not forgive and left the decision in Sebastian's hands. In fact, it was Sebastian who should resolve this situation.
Sebastian's decision was crucial. If he let Bob go, he would be seen as siding with Lynda, and it would chill Isabella's heart. But if he didn't let Bob go, how would he explain it to Lynda?
Sebastian's gaze was fixed on her. "Isabella, well done," he finally said.
"I have no power, and if it wasn't for you, perhaps I would have been defiled by Bob. It's because of you that I can let my frustrations out."
Everything started because of Sebastian. If he hadn't played cards, hadn't sent her to buy cigarettes, how would she have encountered Bob? Isabella's life had completely changed because of Sebastian, starting from that rainy night.
Sebastian knew what Isabella was thinking, but he realized that he was growing more and more unable to understand her. The atmosphere became tense. Lynda stood beside Sebastian, gripping his sleeve, as if she were leaning half of her body against his chest.
Finally, Sebastian broke the silence. "What if I decide to let Bob go?"
Isabella's heart skipped a beat at that moment. She mustered a smile and replied, "It's up to you. As long as you're happy. I...I don't mind."
Then...
Sebastian changed his tone and asked again, "what if I don’t release him?"
“Are you playing with me?”
But it seemed like Sebastian was completely serious, his voice deepened a few notches, "Isabella, answer my question."
"So it be. After all, you didn't intend to release him, right?"
She articulated that sentence skillfully.
She had never intended to release anyone, no plea would work. But when Lynda spoke up and intervened, the outcome completely changed.
Isabella was pressuring Sebastian again and again, forcing him to make a final decision.
In truth... she didn't want it to be this way.
But she didn't want to prolong it, didn't want to make this outcome long and agonizing.
Sebastian, please make a decision quickly. She really couldn't bear it anymore.
As the saying goes, it's better to endure a short pain than a long one, to die early and be reborn early.
Keeping her heart hanging, her appetite whetted like this, was very uncomfortable.
Lynda said, “Isabella, I still hope to earn your forgiveness... I’m sorry, you’ve suffered.”
"The final outcome hasn't been determined yet, Miss Lynda. There's no need for you to rush and make your victory declaration."
The butler stood in the distance, looking timidly in their direction.
He wanted to come closer but didn't dare to interrupt.
Isabella had already noticed him long ago, she just hadn't spoken. But now, she could find a reason to leave.
“Butler, is dinner ready?” she raised her voice and asked, “I’m hungry too.”
"Uh... yes, madam."
"Good, I'll be right there."
After saying that, she didn't even glance at Sebastian and Lynda standing in front of her. She put on her slippers and walked towards the dining room.
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