Chapter 300 She is Not a Baby-Making Machine.
He abandoned her just like that, all because of Lynda, who did it on purpose and intentionally stirred things up at this moment!
"Clap!" In an instant, the lights in the ballroom came on.
Mr. Lawrence Senior had somehow finished his speech, and the eyes of all the guests turned to the only illuminated dance floor at that moment.
"Dance! Dance! Dance!"
"Sebastian! Sebastian! Sebastian!"
The guests below clapped their hands and cheerfully shouted, waiting for the two to kick off the party.
In such a situation, Isabella couldn't care about much. She held up her skirt and chased after him, grabbing Sebastian's wrist at the edge of the dance floor.
She almost pleaded, "Stay, please stay... No, you can't... You can't treat me like this, Sebastian."
Her voice was very soft, and her plea to Sebastian seemed particularly humble: "Sebastian, I don't owe you, I really don't owe you..."
Sebastian mercilessly pulled his hand away, giving a faint smile.
Then, he turned to all the elites of Maple Valley and said, "Sorry, everyone. Mrs. Lawrence has sprained her foot, so no more dancing. Enjoy yourselves."
After that, he turned away indifferently.
Isabella stood stiffly, facing countless probing gazes.
Her hand, which had been holding Sebastian's sleeve, gradually let go as he turned away.
Isabella stood there all alone, facing so many gazes.
Things couldn't be more coincidental. The guests were all clever, and coupled with the rumors about Sebastian before, who wouldn't know what was going on?
Isabella didn't even need to look to know that those gazes held sympathy, sarcasm, and mockery...
She even saw Judy and Sharon, their mouths curled up in obvious smirks of satisfaction.
Isabella had been in a battle with Judy and Sharon for so many years, but she had never lost so miserably.
No, It wasn't to them that she conceded defeat, but rather to Sebastian.
From the beginning, she had lost to him, never winning.
Isabella's soul felt numb, and she was only able to sense her stiff body, which was so rigid, like a robot without batteries, about to collapse at any moment.
Isabella waited, hoping that someone would come at this moment, lend her a hand, and give her a way out.
She looked at Mr. Wallace-her biological father, who had given her life and raised her.
But after a brief eye contact, Mr. Wallace cowardly took a step back and averted his gaze.
This action by Mr. Wallace undoubtedly pained Isabella.
"Isabella!" Mr. Lawrence Senior's smile vanished from his face in a matter of seconds.
Everything happened too quickly and unexpectedly, so there was no time to stop or change it.
He walked briskly with a stern face, leaning on his cane and asking, "How did you sprain your foot?"
In Isabella's hollow eyes, a hint of gratitude flickered. She forced a smile at Mr. Lawrence Senior. "It was too dark, and my shoes were too high. I couldn't stand steady. It's alright, Grandpa Lawrence. Sebastian went to get some medicine."
After a brief pause, she added, "Grandpa Lawrence, please make sure everyone has a good time. I'll find a place to rest. Thank you for accompanying the guests on my behalf."
Isabella spoke each word clearly and with just the right amount of strength as if everything she said was true.
Only Mr. Lawrence Senior, who was closest to her, could see it clearly - this girl was on the verge of tears.
Mr. Lawrence Senior held his cane, his arm trembling. After living for so many years, how could he not see the truth?
He patted Isabella's shoulder and comforted, "I will take care of things here. You don't need to be so polite, my child."
With a few simple words, Mr. Lawrence Senior went along with Isabella's words, smiling and encouraging the guests to enjoy themselves, completing this act.
Then, Mr. Lawrence Senior supported Isabella and said, "Let me help you, Isabella. Take a rest, my dear."
This was Mr. Lawrence Senior's attitude toward Isabella, and the entire family recognized this attitude toward their daughter-in-law,
Isabella understood and truly appreciated this elder.
She felt sorry to be supported by such a respectable elder, but she had no other choice.
On the one hand, she couldn't walk; on the other hand, she needed this respect. Otherwise, how could she live in Maple Valley?
Sebastian had publicly humiliated her, stepping on her face in front of everyone.
Isabella walked slowly toward the house, feeling like she was walking on a razor's edge; the only sensation was pain.
Finally, after a long time, Isabella entered the house.
"Isabella!"
Amber, who had been observing from upstairs to avoid revealing her identity, rushed forward. Though she wasn't sure what had happened, she knew that Sebastian had mistreated someone.
She ran to Isabella and took her from Mr. Lawrence Senior, helping her sit on the sofa.
"Isabella, what's wrong?" Amber asked anxiously. "Don't scare me."
At that moment, Isabella seemed like a fragile doll; her eyes turned dim. It took a while before somber's call brought her back to attention
She gave Amber a faint smile and then turned to Mr. Lawrence Senior, who had arranged for Byron and Jarod to handle the aftermath outside while he had been staying in the house.
However, faced with Isabella's desolate gaze, he found himself unable to say a word.
What was happening? The Lawrence family had always been generous and respectable. How could they have treated a young girl so poorly?
Mr. Lawrence Senior's face turned red with anger. He said, "Isabella, don't worry; I will definitely take care of this matter for you. I will find out the ins and outs of the situation and make that bastard Sebastian explain himself!"
Isabella didn't want any explanations. This time, she was truly in excruciating pain, so painful that she felt numb.
"Grandpa Lawrence," Isabella's voice, which had been clear in front of everyone, was now hoarse. "I don't need any explanations. I have one thing to ask of you."
She wanted a divorce because she was a person, not a shameless baby-making machine.
She was a living, breathing human being, not just an organ or a "womb" for Sebastian and Lynda's love.
She had orchestrated everything so perfectly earlier, without causing any loss of face to the Lawrence family, all for the purpose of getting a divorce.
Little did she know, Mr. Lawrence Senior preempted her and said, "Isabella, take a rest. There must have been some misunderstanding between the two of you. It's normal for couples to argue and fight."
How could Mr. Lawrence Senior not know what Isabella was going to ask for? How could he not feel embarrassed saying those words himself?
He was already quite old, yet here he was, dealing with such matters.
But could he not say it?
No, he couldn't because finding another suitable daughter-in-law would be too difficult.
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