Chapter 125 Either People Stay, or Hands Stay
This Isabella, to Sebastian... she was also very unfamiliar.
"You love Lynda, but due to the Lawrence Family's opposition, you were able to cold-heartedly send her abroad and separate from her. Then, you stayed in the country, arranged everything, married me and fulfilling the Lawrence Family's desire for an heir."
"Even if you love her, you can endure separation and send her away for the sake of longevity. You can be so ruthless towards yourself, depriving yourself of happiness and love. What's stopping you from being ruthless towards others?"
"You can have children with me, marry me with indifference. Marriage is merely a tool for you to use. As long as it... serves your purpose."
"One marriage, two marriages, even three marriages... what's the big deal? I also admire Lynda; she can accept and understand your actions. I'm just curious, where is the bottom line of your love?"
"In the future, when you marry Lynda and finally be together, living in the Willow Brook Estate, will you think about the fact that I slept in this room? Sat on this sofa? Used these chopsticks..."
Sebastian finally spoke up, interrupting her, "Enough."
Isabella also stopped, not continuing her words.
Her heart was now very cold, extremely cold.
Bob would be released, Lynda would win, and she would lose miserably.
Losing... wasn't that predetermined from the beginning? She had already lost from the start.
Or perhaps, she was just a chess piece. How could a chess piece win or lose? It's only about how it's played.
Isabella looked at Sebastian like this, gently brushing her hand across his brow, "I used to naively think that one day, I could become the woman who smooths out the wrinkles on your brow..."
Her voice was soft, very low.
But Sebastian heard it.
He seemed somewhat unable to believe his own ears, grabbing her wrist and pulling her closer, "What did you say?"
Isabella closed her eyes.
"Isabella," Sebastian called her name, "what did you just say, say it again!"
He really wanted to hear her say it again.
To be someone who can smooth out the wrinkles on his brow...
Now Isabella finally understood why Brittany was so certain, so resolute in saying that she loved Sebastian.
Didn't someone famous once say that there are two things in this world that are impossible to hide?
Love and coughing.
Just like... she could easily see that Brittany had also fallen in love with Joshua.
And Brittany could see that she had fallen in love with Sebastian.
But how pitiful she was, from beginning to end, it was just a one-woman show, not daring to love, even.
Admittedly, she couldn't admit it. At least... she had once received Joshua's wholehearted love.
Sebastian wanted to ask more, but he was interrupted by the butler.
"Mr. Lawrence, Bob is here."
Isabella opened her eyes and glanced in that direction.
There, she saw two bodyguards supporting a disheveled and dusty man walking in.
As soon as the bodyguards let go, the man fell to the ground, weak and limp.
Instinctively, she shrunk back, feeling somewhat afraid.
Sebastian, who had just been tightly holding her wrist, changed his grip to hold her hand, weaving his fingers through hers, tightly entwined.
Isabella could hardly believe that this was the previously arrogant and domineering "Bob."
"Mr. Lawrence," the butler continued, "the Watson family is now outside..."
"Let them in."
"Yes."
Hastily, footsteps approached from outside, and soon, the Watson family members appeared in the living room.
When they saw Bob on the ground, their faces displayed a pained expression, but no one dared to lend a helping hand or even touch him.
Several members of the Watson family walked up to Sebastian and Isabella and knelt down with a thud.
"Mr. Lawrence, you are a magnanimous person. Don't bother with this ignorant boy..." the Watson family members pleaded; remorse evident in their faces.
"We apologize, we were mistaken. We are willing to do anything. He is the only son of the Watson family; we can't let the line end..."
"Mrs. Lawrence, please show mercy and spare him. He was blind and offended you. I will personally make sure to teach him a lesson!"
"From now on, if the Lawrence family needs anything, just ask. I promise to help with all my might!"
"We, the Watson family, will forever remember your great kindness and benevolence, Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence!"
Isabella had never witnessed such a scene and stood there in amazement.
Sebastian spoke calmly, "Release him... you may."
Upon hearing these words, the Watson family members displayed joy on their faces.
"However, I have conditions," Sebastian said, "listen carefully."
"Mr. Lawrence, please speak. As long as we can do it, we will definitely do our best!"
Sebastian laid out the following conditions:
"First, the young master of the Watson family must apologize and compensate for all the reckless things he has done in the past, and all the harm he has caused to others."
"Secondly, the Watson family will annually donate millions to charity."
The Watson family members nodded repeatedly, "Understood, understood, understood."
"No problem, that's all fine!"
"Third," Sebastian's eyes drooped, "at the elevator entrance, he slapped my wife..."
"I slapped him back, and I'll slap him now. Ten slaps, a hundred slaps, it doesn't matter!"
Sebastian merely curled his lips, a hint of a bloodthirsty smile forming, "What I mean is, we can do without that hand."
Silence filled the room.
Even Isabella turned her head in surprise, looking at Sebastian.
He wanted to get rid of Bob's hand...
Too cruel and gory!
But then again, he was letting him go, just leaving behind one hand, which could be considered lenient.
But...
The Watson family exchanged glances, and for a moment, no one dared to speak up.
Bob, lying on the ground, although barely conscious, could still hear their conversation.
"My...my hand, I want...want to keep it. No, don't...don't disfigure me..."
"Is that so?"
Sebastian's voice was indifferent, sounding somewhat careless, "Of course, you have the right to choose."
It was simple, either keep the person or keep the hand.
"Well...Mr. Lawrence," the leader of the Watson family spoke, "are you asking for one hand or...just the fingers?"
"With what did you slap him? Hm?"
Five fingers, along with the palm.
So...
Even Isabella, hearing this, felt a chill run down her spine, but she didn't say anything.
Seemingly sensing her reluctance, a woman from the Watson family crawled towards her, kneeling at her feet, and said, "Mrs. Lawrence, you are kind-hearted and surely do not wish for things to escalate to this extent..."
"Bob did something wrong, but this punishment seems too severe! We acknowledge the first two conditions Mr. Lawrence mentioned, isn't that already a substantial price to pay?"
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