Chapter 236 So This is Where My Husband Truly Belongs
She gasped weakly, feebly whispering denials as she crossed her arms over her chest and pushed down hard.
The footsteps were growing closer.
Lynda's eyes flashed with happiness, but it was soon hidden as her eyes rolled back and she pretended to faint.
Seeing his long strides the moment Sebastian walked in, she carefully timed her body to fall backward.
"Thump—" her fragile body struck the ground.
"Lynda!"
As Sebastian entered the room, his eyes furrowed at the sight and he hurriedly moved forward.
"Miss Lynda, what's wrong?" The servant was so terrified that she dropped her phone and didn't know how to respond. Lynda grabbed onto Sebastian like he was her lifeline when she saw his enormous frame.
"Mr. Lawrence… You're here!" the servant’s voice shook, "Miss Lynda suddenly collapsed. Is she going to be alright?"
"Be quiet!"
He knelt beside Lynda with a stern coldness.
Knowing that Lynda was fragile due to a heart issue, he wrinkled his brows, caressing her shoulder tenderly as he said, "Lynda."
Her breath was labored and her lips had grown pale. "Seb, you're here..."
She cried, clutching her chest as she whimpered, "It hurts... So painful... Seb, it hurts so much."
One tear trickled down her pale cheek, falling into her hair.
She looked so pathetic that it made one's heart ache.
"Am I going to die, Seb? Can't you help me?" her voice wavered as she clumsily grabbed his arm. "I haven't hurt anyone. I don't want to pass with my name tarnished."
With a strong grip on her wrist, he exclaimed, "You're not going to die!"
He glanced over, realizing Lynda wasn't motionless yet.
He knelt down and picked her up right away. "I'll take you to the hospital. You’ll be fine."
Instead of calming down, her panic only increased when she was back in Sebastian's arms.
She held on tight, feeling safe and warm. Sebastian was hers, and Isabella wasn't going to take him from her.
Her cheek leaned against his chest as she clutched his neck. "Thank God you're here, Seb. Whatever could I do without you?"
Sebastian hesitated for a while as Lynda held him close, an uncomfortable feeling sweeping through him.
However, the emotion was short-lived due to the situation.
He firmly said, "Don't talk, and don't worry," as he walked quickly. "Nobody is going to cause you harm. "
The cop executing the emergency response hadn't expected such a scene.
"Sir, given Miss Lynda's emergency, let us send her to the hospital," he added, catching up to Sebastian. "We can work more quickly and effectively while avoiding any delays."
Sebastian agreed with a grunt.
"No," With a tighter grasp, Lynda said, "Seb, I'm terrified. I'm afraid."
She was carried by him out of the mansion and down the stairs. "I told you; as long as I'm here, you don't have to be scared."
His car, which they would eventually have to pass by, was waiting just below the staircase.
Sitting in the passenger seat, Isabella would certainly see the two of them.
Inevitably, Sebastian looked at her.
She was sitting there quietly, graceful as she displayed the epitome of serenity.
Hearing the rushed footsteps, she turned to look.
Their eyes unavoidably met.
However, Sebastian had already averted his gaze before she could read his expression.
He continued walking past her as if she were just another stranger, holding Lynda even closer.
His arms— the ones that had held her so many times, clung to Lynda as they passed by lightly.
He had an urgent look on his face, yet his eyes were still warm and kind.
Isabella had felt a sharp sting in her heart.
Lynda said, "Seb, it's great having you here," in a low tone, but audible enough for Isabella to hear.
Isabella knew that Lynda did this on purpose.
She was showing her power; announcing war.
"Announcing war" could even be an understatement. After all, she'd openly hostile ever since that incident with Bob.
Words like "mockery" and "provocation" now felt more appropriate.
Isabella laughed to herself as a piercing ache shot through her chest. Is it possible that she also got a heart problem?
She wanted to add pressure to alleviate the pain, but recalling how Lynda would always pitifully clutch at her chest, Isabella shivered. She couldn't replicate such a pathetic gesture.
To her, it was all a performance.
It was so coincidental that Sebastian showed up at the very moment Lynda's 'heart condition' became worse.
Did her heart have an on-off switch?
Isabella chuckled once again.
Her smile persisted, even after police sirens passed by.
After a minute or two, the neighborhood returned to its tranquil and empty state after the previous turmoil. Isabella couldn't see anyone from where she was standing.
By now, Lynda must be in the ambulance heading to the hospital.
With life above all, saving the person is always the top priority.
As for what happened next?
Isabella kept grinning. Lynda was with Sebastian now; what aftermath could there be?
This was no doubt her victory.
Sebastian had slapped Isabelle once, and reality has slapped her far more seriously compared to how he did this time.
She wasn't like Lynda at all.
He barely looked at her while Lynda was around, leaving her outside his little ‘love nest.’
"Miss," a servant emerged with a trash bag, "Are you a friend of Mr. Lawrence and Miss Lynda?"
Isabella looked over, but she didn’t respond.
The seemingly-friendly servant sighed, "Miss Lynda doesn't have many friends. Having a guest to spice things up would've been pleasant, but now this happened."
"Miss, would you mind coming in and taking a seat for a while bit? Sitting in the car wouldn't be nice. Get inside and wait for an update from Miss Lynda."
Isabella nodded and said, "No, thank you."
"Miss, don't be shy. Despite his stern attitude, Mr. Lawrence is actually very kind with Miss Lynda at home. He'd certainly be kind to one of her friends as well."
The word "home" felt like a dagger stabbed into Isabella's heart.
Ha... So this was where Sebastian lived? No— that was wrong. His home was wherever Lynda was!
Isabella felt a chill in her heart, as if it were made of ice.
She forced a smile as she opened the car door and got out, asking the servant in a cool, collected tone, "This is his home, huh?"
She raised her eyebrows, finding this realization amusing. She smirked and said, "So this is where my husband truly lives."
The servant was shocked by her statement, her jaw dropping.
Isabella didn't want to trouble innocent bystanders; she only wanted to make sure Lynda never felt comfortable.
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