Chapter 238 Time to Apologize to Isabella
The room suddenly fell silent.
This was one of the rare occasions after Jarod's fall that made him scowl.
It was a dire scenario.
Peter lit a cigarette and knocked off the ash quietly. "Though being a tough nut to crack and nearly depleting all of my resources and connections, I managed to finish and discovered—"
Jarod interrupted, "That Miss Lynda has fertility problems, so it makes sense to select genetically-superior women—it's about having children. Isabella's assistance was only a means to a goal. They'd marry and have a child, afterward separating."
"Wow, look at you. Seems like your brain is still functional after all," Peter snapped his fingers. "You're spot on."
Peter went on, "Oh, and one more thing; Sebastian recently went above and beyond to handle the Turner family on Ms. Isabella's behalf.
In contrast to Miss Lynda, his love for her is not shallow. Not to mention that he picked Ms. Isabella out of all those other eligible ladies."
"It was, in some ways, love at first sight. Now that they're spending their days together, it has developed into something more. Tell me, what type of chemistry results from combining a lightning-fast love with a slow-moving one?"
"However, Sebastian's a little unlucky. He's not very good at emotional intelligence; He's indecisive all the time, not knowing who he truly loves. Even till now, he's still looking after Miss Lynda."
"You can only imagine his fate if he truly loved Ms. Isabella after the whole deal was exposed and there was nothing left to trade."
As he gathered the scattered pictures while listening quietly, Jarod's arm froze at these words.
The image of Isabella's exhausted, pained expression in the rehab center struck him.
"Anyway, what's up with the Lawrences?" chuckled Peter. "Are you all destined to be bachelors and end up alone?"
Jarod looked at him. Grief, love, remorse, and yearning on his usually calm face almost took over him.
He lowered his sight to conceal any feelings, and upon reopening them, his expression remained firm.
"I'm warning you not to mess with Sebastian's stuff," shrugged Peter. "Good intentions can cause problems and backfire."
Despite not always being able to read Jarod entirely, Peter had known him for years and knew exactly what he was planning at this point.
Jarod simply replied, "I can't let him become like me."
"I've been waiting for you to take action and to stop separating yourself from the outside world. You're finally doing it now, and it's all for your beloved brother."
Peter was at a loss for words.
Jarod said vaguely, "I won't meddle in what I don't need to," pushing just enough to make Sebastian glimpse his own heart.
"That's all?"
"Yeah, that’s all.”
…
Outside the hospital's cardiac surgery unit, Sebastian handled the police situation and successfully excluded Lynda from it.
A moment later, he got a call.
The guy on the other phone informed him that according to the spy they planted in the Lawrence family mansion, Peter had visited Jarod.
Jarod's right-hand man was Peter. Usually, Sebastian would take a moment to consider what Jarod could be planning.
But now, he didn't even think it was important.
His thoughts relived the irony and sorrow that Isabella was unable to conceal from him when they first met.
He felt a dull, throbbing pain in his chest. Grabbing his phone, he scrolled to Isabella's number. he only paused for a moment before putting the phone away.
His palm balled into a fist as his brows wrinkled.
He must've been giving in to her more lately, letting her forget her place. His compassion and sympathy made her blind to her limits.
"Mr. Lawrence, we've finished checking the patient," the doctor said, standing politely in front of Sebastian with the exam room door open.
Sebastian jolted back to reality. "So, what's the result?"
The physician paused, furrowing his brow.
Sebastian reprimanded the physician. "She can leave."
He reluctantly said, "Miss Lynda does have a heart condition, but it shouldn't make her collapse like that."
Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
“If I’m not wrong, she may have faked her fainting," the doctor said, lowering his voice.
Sebastian instantly deflated. He peered out the window and said, "Understood."
Lynda had been recovering throughout her years overseas, prepared to go back to the United States and resume her regular life. But why now...
She fainted at such a nice time, right when both he and the police were pursuing her.
Lynda woke up in an ordinary hospital room, a great contrast from the grandeur she was used to.
Her fists tightened, her mind racing with many ideas as she bit her lip. Her pores were erect as chills went down her spine.
There was a click on the door lock. With eyes blazing intensely, Sebastian appeared in the room.
"Sebastian?" Excitedly, Lynda got up. As she moved, her medical gown parted, revealing her skin. She hurriedly straightened it, blushing from embarrassment.
However, Sebastian maintained his customary neutral face.
"Are you angry with me, Sebastian? Do you really think that I'd orchestrate a murder?"
She was skilled at appealing to his pity. Filled with tears and self-reproach, she scrabbled at the hem of her robe. "Or did I burden you?"
After pouring her a glass of water, Sebastian gave it to her. "It's been resolved. Nobody will trouble you once more."
Lynda took a sip of her water, then put the glass down and hugged his waist. "You're too kind to me."
That uneasy repulsion rose up inside him again. Sebastian raised his hand, then it lowered gradually to his side.
In an instant, he grabbed Lynda's arm firmly and shoved her aside.
"Sebastian..." A lone tear fell from Lynda's trembling eyelids, soft absorbed by the sheets. "You don't forgive me for what happened last time?"
He raised her chin and gently wiped away the tear, "Lynda, you need to apologize to Isabella."
Lynda froze, her dread spreading frantically.
However, she calmed herself and nodded, "Yeah, I shouldn't have plotted against Isabella albeit she still has feelings for another man. I shouldn't have allowed jealousy to make me act inappropriately; after all, you like me more when I'm straightforward and simple."
"Other than that, Lynda, you need to apologize for the more serious issue; hiring someone to do murder."
His words arrived slowly, making Lynda feel chills.
She shook her head furiously after blinking in disbelief, saying, "Sebastian, I would never! Why am I being held accountable for something I never did?"
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