Chapter 307 Was I Such a Despicable Person?
Was she so despicable in his heart?
Lynda panicked and said, "Sebastian, you've misunderstood me."
Sebastian looked at her, raising an eyebrow, signaling her to continue.
"Last night, you celebrated Isabella's birthday, and I knew it was a grand event. I felt jealous and couldn't help but go see it." Lynda lowered her head, her shoulders trembling. "I thought you were happy, so I messaged Isabella, asking her to take good care of you. But I didn't expect that you and Isabella would somehow burst into an argument. You left the dance floor and silently smoked in the car for a long time before leaving."
Lynda wiped her tears and her words were filled with pity. "I was worried, so I followed you to the bar. I saw how drunk you were and helped you to the hotel. And then... and then..." Lynda's voice choked with sobs. "You... you kissed me and... and took off my clothes."
Sebastian's face turned sullen, and he immediately denied, "No, I didn't."
His brows furrowed and his tone was cold and stern. "Even if I were drunk, I would never mistreat a woman."
Lynda's heart sank, but she deliberately said, "Mistreat? Do you call those actions mistreatment?"
She was in a panic; Sebastian was blocking all her paths!
Now, the play had reached this point, and she had no way out.
Otherwise, it would expose that all of this was her calculation and scheme.
"Then who took off my clothes and your clothes?" Lynda cried as she looked at Sebastian, asking, "Was it me?"
She began to clutch her chest, gasping for breath. "Sebastian, am I such a despicable person in your eyes? You're not even divorced yet, so how could I take the initiative? Even if I love you, I would never do that."
Sebastian's brows furrowed even tighter.
"It was you, Sebastian," Lynda's face was tear-stained. "You mistreated me. Feel your neck; I kept pushing and shoving you to stop, and I accidentally hurt your neck. That was when you stopped."
Sebastian could naturally feel the pain in his neck, but unfortunately, he had blacked out, and he couldn't remember anything that happened last night.
It was not that he wanted to evade responsibility or not take charge, but he always believed in himself and his self-control.
Moreover, could he do something coercive while drunk?
Sebastian didn't believe it and decisively said, "This matter ends here."
Lynda gritted her teeth. She had carefully planned this, intending to create the illusion that she had slept with Sebastian and later got pregnant.
She never expected that her perfect plan would be easily exposed.
Sebastian remained unmoved and refused to believe her words.
Lynda stared at Sebastian's back with resentment, then bit her lip and exclaimed, "Sebastian! You mistook me for Isabella! That was why you did those things!"
This reason...
It made Sebastian's back stiffen. His raised foot hung in the air for a while before slowly coming down.
Lynda knew she had hit the mark this time.
But she wasn't happy at all. She was filled with hatred and wished Isabella would die immediately.
"Sebastian, Isabella just now said she didn't love you at all. She doesn't love you. Don't let her deceive you, okay?"
Lynda's voice was filled with tears, and every word she spoke was full of emotion and concern, "In this world, I am the one who loves you the most. I don't care about your power and status. I just want to stay by your side. You are my everything, and I can't live without you."
Sebastian's expression changed repeatedly, showing anger, displeasure, and shame.
Finally, he said, "Enough! I said, this matter ends here. When I'm drunk, I won't let anyone, no matter who it is, touch me. Lynda, you are important to me, so please stop making things awkward. You and I both know what exactly happened last night. Lingering on it will only hurt our relationship."
Lynda's body swayed, She felt a chill.
She suddenly realized Sebastian was too determined, and he had complete control over his body. No matter what reasons she had, it didn't matter.
Lynda had no way out. "Sebastian, I... I just love you. Instead of seeing you fall for someone who doesn't love you and only brings you pain, I am willing to sacrifice myself."
Sebastian didn't turn around and didn't look back with an unchanged face. "Lynda, I've told you before, don't lie to me and don't deceive me."
"No, Sebastian, I..." Lynda stared at him in a daze.
"Lynda, there's something that can't be delayed. To prevent you from doing something foolish again, I have to tell you," Sebastian interrupted her, "I don't love you anymore..."
Before Sebastian finished speaking, the door was pushed open.
Then, a familiar cane heavily struck his shoulder.
Sebastian had been hit by this cane many times, so he didn't find it surprising. He didn't even change his expression.
It was Lynda who exclaimed, "Grandpa! How could you hit Sebastian ?"
She quickly ran to Sebastian's side, full of concern. "Are you okay? Does it hurt?"
Edward finally looked at Lynda and found her even more detestable. "Call me Grandpa? Are you even worthy?"
Then, he said angrily, "Sebastian, are you blind? You don't want such a great girl like Isabella, but you insist on being with such a shameless woman!"
Lynda looked like she had been bullied and kept her head down without a word, appearing as a pitiful person who had been mistreated and dared not fight back.
Sebastian frowned slightly. "Grandpa, I will handle my affairs. It won't affect the company or the Lawrence family."
It meant there was no need for interference from others.
Edward had already been angered and now found Sebastian conveniently in the line of reprimand.
"You now... You are arrogant indeed!" Edward breathed heavily in frustration and said, "You caused a scene yesterday, and today you are consorting with shameless individuals. You truly have the nerve. I understand your adeptness; naturally, the company and the Lawrence family will remain unaffected by this matter. However, have you ever considered what explanation you owe to Isabella?"
Within the Lawrence family, there were more scholars than merchants. Thus the Lawrences always maintained an air of refinement, and a trait exemplified particularly by Edward.
He was inherently proper and genteel, embodying an innate elegance.
Now, given the current situation, Edward couldn't bear the embarrassment and was deeply angered. "You've mistreated a young girl like Isabella. If word of this gets out, what will happen to my reputation?"
Sebastian swallowed hard, bitterness filling his mouth.
He lightly tugged at the corner of his mouth and calmly asked, "You demand an explanation on her behalf, but have you asked her if she needs this explanation?"
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