Chapter 134 Am I a Ruthless Woman?
Sebastian leaned back on the backrest of the chair, tilted his head back, and rolled his Adam's apple.
Finally, he raised his hand and pressed the bridge of his nose heavily.
Many people knew about his past with Lynda.
However, with the strong opposition from the Lawrence family, he sent Lynda abroad and ended the matter.
Moreover, he married Isabella, giving the appearance of everyone being happy.
Who would have thought that Isabella was just a pawn to him?
In the end, he still wanted Lynda.
While plotting this chess game, Sebastian had considered many things, but he never anticipated that he was gradually losing control over Isabella, his pawn.
He started caring about her feelings.
Whenever he started doing something, he couldn't help but wonder how Isabella would view him if he did it.
This was not the emotion he should have towards a mere pawn.
"Knock, knock, knock."
A soft tapping sound interrupted Sebastian’s thought.
His voice filled with displeasure, he said, "Come in."
The door was pushed open, and Isabella walked in.
Sebastian frowned tightly, looking toward the door.
It was the most irritating time to be disturbed. Was this person looking for trouble?
But when he saw Isabella, a trace of astonishment flashed across his face.
"Didn't I ask you to rest at home for the day?"
Sebastian quickly regained his composure, appearing cold and aloof.
"The dizziness is gone?"
Isabella replied as calmly as usual, "Once I had a good sleep, everything was fine."
"So, you came to work?"
"Did you really think that on my day off, I would I come to work voluntarily?"
Isabella replied. "I just have something to ask you."
Sebastian pursed his lips and looked straight at her.
Since the moment he saw her, he already knew what she wanted to ask.
It was probably about the Watson family, about Grace.
Isabella walked to the opposite side of his desk, sat down, and placed her hands on the desk, meeting his gaze.
She hadn't said anything yet, but just smiled lightly at him. At the corners of her mouth, there were two dimples.
That smile suddenly left Sebastian at a loss.
However, he was always a master at concealing his emotions. He composed himself slightly and shifted his gaze.
"I know what you want to ask."
"No, you don't."
"Are you sure?"
"I didn't come here to question why you helped Lynda and released Bob."
Sebastian looked at her again.
"True. If you wanted to ask, you had the chance last night after I came back and this morning. But..."
She hadn't.
Isabella's smile became even sweeter.
"How should I ask? Should I make a big argument? Should I fight for myself? I would like to do that if it works."
"You haven't tried, so how would you know...it won't work."
"Lynda is your bright moonlight, the birthmark of cinnabar on your heart," Isabella replied.
"I know my worth and cannot compare to her."
Sebastian furrowed his brows.
"I told you; I don't like when you belittle yourself."
"I'm not belittling myself; I'm stating the truth. Are you suggesting that I am more important than Lynda? Or perhaps, in your heart, I am equally as important?"
He had no response.
"Let's just leave it be. At least you can have an explanation for your connection with Lynda."
Isabella sighed softly.
"Besides, the Watson family has issued an apology and offered a significant sum to charity for those who were once mistreated by Bob. I consider it... as doing a good deed."
Sebastian calmly uttered three words, "I understand, dear."
She looked at him.
"Yes, I feel the same way too. Perhaps it's because you taught me well, almost grinding away my pride."
Sebastian remained silent, and a brief silence fell upon the office.
Isabella continued, "You know about Grace's situation, don't you?"
"Yes."
"But coincidentally, I'm not here to ask why you didn't handle Grace," she said.
What was this about? What did Isabella specifically come to ask him?
Was it worth her special visit?
Sebastian stared at her; his mind filled with countless thoughts while maintaining a composed expression.
"What do you want me to ask?"
Isabella suddenly softened her voice.
"Sebastian, by the time we've reached this point, everything has already been laid out between us."
"...You can ask anything."
"Ask if you have ever loved me. Ask if you have ever felt the slightest affection for me. Ask why you always help Lynda but never consider my feelings."
Sebastian opened his mouth, and finally said, "I have never disregarded your feelings."
"Perhaps. Maybe when you let Grace go, there was a tinge of guilt towards me. Perhaps when you let Bob go, you also felt a hint of reluctance. But it was only those tiny, insignificant specks, capable of shaking your thoughts."
Without waiting for Sebastian's reply, Isabella continued, "Never mind, let's not dwell on it. I know you're well-informed, so you should know that before I came to the Lawrence Group today, I pushed Grace into the water."
He simply responded with a faint "Hmm."
"Do you think I am a ruthless woman?" she asked.
"I don't."
"Really?"
Isabella pressed, "You're not deceiving me?"
"I'm not deceiving you," Sebastian answered, "You were simply seeking revenge, and I've always abided by these four words."
"Oh... So, do you think what I did to Grace was normal?"
Sebastian nodded, "Yes."
His words, however, did not make Isabella appear any happier.
She lowered her eyes, her fingers intertwining continuously.
"But," Isabella raised her eyes again, meeting Sebastian's gaze, "I never used to be like this."
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"My mother passed away early, and Judy became my stepmother, giving birth to Sharon. The two of them constantly made things difficult for me... But I lived with them for over twenty years and never did anything to harm them. Until you came along."
Sharon is now married to a bald old man in his fifties. Despite his wealth, his reputation is completely gone.
People with a little bit of status don't even spare her a glance.
Judy now cowers in fear and dare not touch Isabella, after all, Isabella is now the second Lady of the Lawrence family and enjoys endless glory.
But before Sebastian appeared, Isabella did nothing to the mother and daughter.
Even though she could have fought back.
Emily, with her hot temper, always had a resentful expression whenever she talked about this matter.
She offered numerous ideas to take revenge on the mother and daughter.
For example, putting laxatives in their food, or placing a dead mouse in their beds.
When they were hurling insults, she suggested recording it and giving it to Mr. Wallace...
Upon hearing these suggestions, Isabella simply smiled faintly and did not take any action.
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