Chapter 367 Losing Three Lives
"After what went down at the hotel, I finally saw things clearly. That's why I'm here to apologize, to you and Ms Wallace. I'm trying to make up for the past!"
"I've been trying to move on from loving you. Slowly, I've been letting go."
"I wanted to let go so badly that I agreed to have dinner with Samuel. Then, we saw a car accident, and Ms Wallace got out of her car. She was almost hit by another car."
Lynda's voice grew sharp, "I'm really jealous of her. Yeah, I'm not a nice person. I wanted her gone, but..."
She forced a smile. "At that critical moment, I thought of you. I was scared you'd be upset, so I pushed through the discomfort and rushed over, using all my strength to push Ms Wallace away."
"I didn't know why she was bleeding so much. It was really dangerous, and I wanted to save her."
With emotions running high, Lynda reached out to the wall, clutching her chest with her other hand.
Her face turned pale as she stared at Sebastian with a look of hurt. "Sebastian, am I really that bad to you? We've known each other for so many years. Am I just a malicious woman to you?"
"Go ahead, check the surveillance footage, ask all the onlookers by the roadside. I, Lynda, have a clear conscience!"
All those actions Lynda took were carefully planned to avoid crowds and surveillance.
Lynda believed she could never be caught!
"Although saving Ms Wallace may seem hypocritical, I love you more than I love myself."
"As long as you're happy, I don't care, really."
After saying this, Lynda's body trembled. She leaned against the wall, covering her face as tears flowed through her fingers.
She displayed such sincere emotions.
Sebastian furrowed his brow slightly, memories flashing through his mind.
Thinking of the organ donation card he had seen and recalling Moore's dying wish that Sebastian take care of his benefactor, Sebastian slowly released his tightly clenched hands.
"I will investigate," Sebastian said, "If I have misjudged, I will apologize to you."
Sebastian's tone was cold and firm, slightly softened from the previous coercion.
But for Lynda, this was enough. It was a sign that Sebastian was moved.
Pressing down on her rapidly beating heart, Lynda thought that the position of Mrs. Lawrence in her dreams was now one step closer to her!
She wiped away the tears on her face, sniffed, and vigorously nodded. "Thank you, Sebastian, for investigating and giving me a chance to prove myself."
Sebastian nodded, his thin lips forming a slight line.
After a moment of thought, he added, "Lynda, you should move on. We've been entangled for so many years; it's time to make things clear. Don't focus your energy on me anymore."
Lynda was dumbfounded, stunned for a few seconds, shaking her head repeatedly. "I can't do it. You may not love me, but I cannot stop loving you."
She did not expect Sebastian to end their relationship like this abruptly; he was too committed.
Shouldn't a normal person feel guilty after hearing her words?
Lynda asked, "Sebastian, do I not even have the right to love someone secretly in my heart?"
"Lynda, you've always been important to me. I'll make sure you live a wealthy life, but that's it," Sebastian said, his voice flat and emotionless.
Lynda's eyes widened. "Sebastian, are you calling me a gold digger?"
Despite her heartfelt words, things were spiraling out of control, completely against her expectations.
"That night at the hotel, there was a deep mark on my neck," Sebastian said, staring at Lynda and making a cutting motion with his hand. "It was a serious wound. There might be some feelings between us, but not what you think."
There were things Sebastian didn't want to say, but he hated being lied to.
Rubbing his forehead, he sent a quick message on his phone. Then, without looking at Lynda, he said, "I'll have Kaine come pick you up. Tell him where you want to go, and he'll take you."
With that, Sebastian's focus shifted entirely to the operating room.
Lynda stood there, stunned, her mouth opening and closing, unsure of what to say.
She never expected Sebastian to notice her attempt to make him faint. At that time, she did put in a lot of effort, and there was indeed danger.
"Sebastian, I just wanted to make you faint. I lost my mind at that moment," Lynda said anxiously.
The door to the operating room clicked open, and Dr. Thomas Rodriguez emerged. Sebastian left Lynda, striding over in three steps, his voice low and trembling, "How is my wife?"
Thomas removed his mask, and his expression was grave. "Mr. Lawrence, Mrs. Lawrence's blood type is RH-negative. Did you know?"
"What?" Sebastian's breath caught, looking at the doctor in disbelief. "Not type B?"
Before Isabella became Mrs. Lawrence, he conducted a detailed investigation. The report clearly stated that Isabella had type B blood.
"No, Mr. Lawrence. It's actually RH-negative, a rare blood type. Mrs. Lawrence is in critical condition now. If the surgery isn't completed within half an hour, the hospital's blood supply will be depleted, and by then..."
Thomas paused, his eyes showing compassion and concern. "Three lives may be lost."
These words hit like a bombshell. Sebastian's mind went blank, darkness looming before him.
He didn't notice Thomas saying, "Three lives may be lost"; all he knew was that it was a matter of life and death.
He only knew that his Isabella might die. Death, what a terrifying and powerless word. There was only half an hour.
Two doctors had given him deadlines two days in a row, threatening to take away someone very important from his life. Sebastian's heart surged with waves of shock, his fingers trembling uncontrollably.
But in such a critical moment, how could he afford to lose control?
"I understand. Proceed with the surgery; I'll take care of the rest." Sebastian regained his calmness.
"Yes." Thomas quickly put on his mask and headed back to the operating room.
"If things go south with the babies," Sebastian swallowed hard, veins bulging on his neck as he spoke hoarsely, "Save my wife."
Thomas closed the door to the operating room. "Yes."
Sebastian wasted no time; he quickly pulled out his phone and made calls calmly. His expression was serious, his face composed and determined.
Standing by the window like a sturdy pine, Sebastian remained resilient and composed. The greater the pressure, the calmer he seemed.
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