Chapter 127 Sebastian, I'm begging you
What should she do if that day really comes? How would she handle it?
"Yes, I'm afraid," Isabella replied softly. "I'm afraid of such cruel scenes, and I'm also afraid... of you."
"Afraid of me?"
"Yes... afraid of you. Very afraid. Afraid that one day, you would treat me just as mercilessly."
Sebastian's voice carried a hint of displeasure. "No, you're thinking too much."
"Who knows what will happen in the future?"
He made a faint hum in response, then fell silent.
Even though her eyes were covered and she couldn't see anything, her sense of hearing became exceptionally sharp at this moment.
Isabella could hear the sobs of the Watson family members, Bob pleading for mercy, their desperate struggle for survival, and even footsteps...
Wait, footsteps?
Where were these footsteps coming from? And they were running urgently!
"Stop!" a clear female voice rang out. "Stop right now!"
This voice...
The hand covering Isabella's eyes suddenly moved away.
Sebastian looked up, his brows furrowing, clearly surprised by this sudden intruder.
But Isabella laughed, a faint smile playing on her lips.
Oh... Lynda has arrived.
She arrived at just the right time, neither early nor late, but perfectly timed.
"Stop! Please stop!" Lynda rushed over, reaching out to snatch the knife away. "How could you do this to him?"
It was evident that she had run here in a hurry, a thin layer of sweat glistening on her forehead, and her breath was rapid and shallow. She had rushed here.
"Lynda!" Sebastian immediately spoke up, shouting, "What are you doing?"
Lynda was taken aback, and so was Isabella.
He actually shouted at Lynda? This... was somewhat unexpected!
Sebastian quickly stepped forward, pulling Lynda to his side, and sternly reprimanded her, "That's a knife, extremely sharp. Don't you want your hand anymore? How could you try to snatch it directly?"
Oh... Now Isabella understood. He was afraid that Lynda would get hurt.
So that's why. She had said it before, that Lynda was his beloved treasure, how could he bear to shout at her?
Even a harsh word would hurt him.
Lynda also didn't expect that her heart, which had just turned cold, suddenly warmed up and her confidence was reignited. "Sebastian, I... I didn't think that much."
With a cold expression on his face, Sebastian didn't say anything. He held her hand and pulled her to the side.
The members of the Watson family looked at each other once again.
What should they do?
Sebastian's gaze was cold and stern. "What are you all standing there for?"
"No! Sebastian!" Lynda immediately spoke up. "Are you trying to take Bob's hand? How can you... It's too cruel."
Sebastian paused.
Sebastian tightened his grip on the hand he was holding, apparently planning to take Lynda elsewhere.
However, Lynda didn't go along with him.
She struggled, saying, "Sebastian, when did you become so cruel and heartless... That's a living person, a healthy hand."
The situation was clear, Lynda had come... to save Bob.
She wanted him to come out of this unscathed, without a scratch. She wanted to slap Isabella's face hard before she'd be satisfied.
And Sebastian... how could he answer her?
He had already taken a step back, feeling sorry for Isabella.
Now, Lynda was pleading... "Miss Lynda," Isabella said softly, "When you make a mistake, isn't it only right to be punished?"
Lynda looked at her and said, "But he has already apologized, and he has been punished these past few days. The Watson family will do what needs to be done, and he will mend his ways in the future. Why not give him this chance!"
"Miss Lynda, it's easy to talk when you're not the one being affected," Isabella laughed. "If it were not for someone who humiliated me but rather the person who humiliated you, would you still be so forgiving? I wonder how you would feel then!"
"I..."
"If you have never experienced the pain yourself, you will never know how much it hurts! If someday, you are being bullied, and I protect the culprit, I wonder how you would feel?"
Lynda couldn't argue with Isabella because she was in the wrong. So, all she could do was pretend to be weak and gain sympathy.
She had always been good at this tactic. "I know, Isabella, that I interfered too much in this matter and made you unhappy," Lynda said, "But..."
"Since you know that, you should be sensible. There is no 'but'," Isabella interrupted.
Lynda fell silent because she quickly realized that she wouldn't gain any advantage by arguing with Isabella.
She soon changed her approach. "Sebastian, I'm begging you," Lynda looked at him with red eyes, "I must repay the favor to the Watson family."
Sebastian looked at her, lips tightly pursed. "If you want to hurt someone, then hurt me instead," Lynda reached out her hand, slender and fair, and presented it before him.
"I'll bear this pain on behalf of Bob, as repayment for the Watson family's kindness."
"Lynda, what are you saying?"
"Sebastian!"
Lynda's tears fell freely from her eyes. "Are you asking me to kneel down and beg you before you will agree... to such a small request?"
Isabella looked at Lynda from head to toe.
In the end, she watched everything coldly from the sidelines.
Look, his beloved shed tears, looking so pitiful and heart-wrenching.
Seeing this scene, the Watson family's hope was reignited. With Lynda around, perhaps... the ending would take a turn!
They didn't want to harm Bob, not even a single finger. They were forced to; they had no choice!
If Lynda could come forward and change the situation, it would be truly wonderful!
Bob stopped begging for help and looked at Lynda with hopeful eyes.
It all depended on her!
"Lynda..."
Sebastian raised his hand and gently wiped away her tears.
"He made a mistake, so he should be punished."
"He has already received his fair share of punishment!"
"It's not enough."
"I think it's enough, really."
Lynda sobbed, "If you think it's not enough, then let me make up for it, okay? Spare him, I'm begging you, I'm truly begging you!"
With that, she bent her knees, seemingly ready to kneel.
But... how could Sebastian let her kneel?
His hand wrapped around her waist and he lifted her up, not allowing her to kneel down.
"I have already been forgiving towards him, for your sake."
"No, Sebastian... I think..."
"Miss Lynda," Isabella's mocking voice rang out. "You were so insistent on asking for my forgiveness, but won't you beg me as well?"
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