Chapter 126 You, Refusing to Even Admit Fear
"Please, Mrs. Lawrence, I beg of you, have mercy... If he loses his hand, how... how will he live?"
In reality, all of this was completely unexpected for Isabella.
She hadn't imagined things would turn out this way.
She didn't know that Bob was locked up in the Willow Brook Estate, nor did she know what exactly Sebastian had in mind for punishing Bob.
Isabella had always assumed that Bob was at the police station, being sued by lawyers, facing several years of imprisonment under attempted manslaughter charges, and then having to pay a substantial amount of money, causing the Watson family to lose face.
She even thought that if she could get this money, she would donate it to a charity foundation.
But... she was wrong, completely wrong.
The Watson family's intention behind getting involved was not to have Sebastian drop the charges, nor was it to save Bob from imprisonment, they... they wanted to save Bob's life!
Isabella had underestimated Sebastian's methods.
If she had known this from the beginning, she wouldn't have needed Lynda or the Watson family to plead with Sebastian. She would have spoken to him herself.
But now... it was too late.
They had already reached this point, and there was no turning back. Lynda was secretly confronting her, and she had already developed a rift with Sebastian because of Bob.
"Sebastian," Isabella stood beside him, "Do you want his hand?"
"That hand, the one that slapped you."
"I know."
Sebastian's throat bobbed, and he said, "Even if you provoke me, upset me again, I wouldn't dare lay a finger on you, let alone slap you. And yet... he dared."
No matter how angry or upset he got, there was a part of him that couldn't bring himself to harm her, not even a single strand of her hair.
But what had this Bob done?
Isabella opened her mouth to speak, but after a moment, she remained silent.
Upon seeing this, the Watson family knew it was over. Just a moment ago, there had been signs that Mrs. Lawrence might soften, but now... it seemed she wouldn't help with pleading anymore.
"Should we take matters into our own hands, or should my people; do it?" Sebastian asked calmly.
"The choice is still yours."
From start to finish, Sebastian had given the Watson family the option to choose.
However, whichever option they chose... it wouldn't make much of a difference.
This was just like Sebastian's way of doing things. The choices he offered were never the ones you wanted to pick.
Only a few choices were the ones he wanted you to choose.
Once again, the members of the Watson family exchanged glances. They could still save the person, but at the cost of a lost hand...
"Or maybe just a finger," Isabella suddenly said.
And then spoke, "In addition, double the amount donated by the Watson family's charity fund."
As long as a problem can be solved with money, it is not a problem.
The people of the Watson family immediately nodded, "Good, no problem, no problem!"
Just one finger... For Bob, it was punishment, as well as a warning, enough to be engraved in his memory for a lifetime.
Sebastian pursed his lips, "In the end, you softened your heart, Isabella."
"...He won't receive such a severe punishment."
"But the person he almost defiled was you."
Isabella replied, "I know. So... let it be like this."
Anyway, Sebastian had already let him go, and for her, she had lost the hidden battle with Lynda.
What if Bob lost a hand or a finger?
She would rather pursue legal channels, sue for her rights, and let Bob stay in jail.
But that was no longer possible.
So... that's how it will be.
"Are you sure?" Sebastian turned slightly, looking at her, "Don't regret it, Isabella."
"I have nothing to regret."
He said, "This grudge has not completely surfaced, it will torment you in the future."
"Is that so?" Isabella smiled, "But, releasing him is what will torment me day and night in the future."
Sebastian paused for a moment.
But he quickly turned his head away, no longer looking at her, and whispered, "Have you made your choice?"
The person leading the Watson family gritted their teeth and said, "We... we'll handle it ourselves, no need to trouble you Mr. Lawrence."
"No... no, I can't..." Bob's weak voice came, "My... my hand... I want... want to keep it..."
"Your hand or your life! Young master, there is no other way! This is the best outcome we fought for!"
"I... I will be useless... useless without my hand. How can I... how can I live?"
"Young master, with your life, you can live!"
As they spoke, the butler had already brought a knife.
It was a knife from the kitchen, with a black blade that emitted a cold light under the crystal chandelier.
It sent shivers down one's spine.
Isabella only glanced at the knife once, then turned her head away, not daring to look at it again.
She could already imagine how bloody the following scene would be.
Just as she was about to close her eyes, Sebastian suddenly turned around to face her, saying, "Are you afraid?"
Isabella bit her lip and remained silent.
"You, as a woman." He sighed softly, "You won't even admit that you're afraid."
Isabella looked up at him for a moment, then lowered her head again.
Yes, she was afraid, very afraid. But how could she say it, to whom could she say it, and even if she said it, what difference would it make?
In the future, in this long and arduous journey, she would ultimately be alone.
Marcus had betrayed her, Sebastian doesn't belong to her, and she had given up all hope for love and marriage! She only has herself and her elderly, sickly grandmother to take care of.
Sebastian couldn't do anything as Isabella remained silent, so he said, "Close your eyes and don't look."
"...Hmm." Isabella softly replied and shifted her body slightly to the side.
At that moment, Bob's pleading cries echoed, "No, don't... Uncle, you can't... How can you do such a thing!"
"I don't want this, I want to keep my hands, my fingers... Anything but that!"
"Help me, please save me... If not, beg for mercy, hurry and beg for mercy..."
Although Isabella didn't see the scene, she could imagine it just by listening to the sound.
She shifted her body again.
Seeing this, Sebastian took a step and stood right by her side.
Then, he raised his hand and covered her eyes, saying, "Don't be afraid."
His voice was deep and magnetic, providing a sense of security.
At the same time, his hand was pressed against her eyes, radiating a steady warmth from his palm.
Isabella lifted her gaze and then lowered it again.
This action caused her long eyelashes to lightly brush against his palm, like two delicate fans.
It made Sebastian's heart... twitch a little.
Isabella thought, this man... truly embodies extreme contradictions, with both angelic and demonic personalities coexisting within him.
He's cruel, to Bob, but gentle with her.
But, what if one day he were to be cruel to her in the same way, and gentle to another person...
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