Chapter 376 Punish Her Once Evidence is Found
Isabella had been worried just a moment ago, but now it seemed all her concerns were unnecessary.
If she wasn't pregnant, she would've been jumping up and down with joy.
"What's wrong with that?" Sebastian asked calmly. "You two don't get along, so it's no surprise I'd be suspicious when she 'saves' you."
Setting down the utensils, Sebastian wrapped his arm around Isabella's waist, pulling her closer.
His expression held a hint of hostility, his narrowed eyes adding a dangerous edge. "What were you thinking? Did you think I'd blindly take Lynda's side?
"Mrs. Lawrence, do you think your husband is a fool?" Sebastian's tone was sharp.
Isabella knew she had overthought things. She stuck out her tongue, "Of course not, but in the past..." She grumbled, "Every time when you had proof Lynda was wrong, you still let her get away with it."
Sebastian coughed softly. Isabella was genuinely happy. She wrapped her arms around Sebastian's neck and affectionately kissed his lips. Their lips met, and Isabella continued kissing him several times. "The brilliant Sebastian, the one and only good husband, you deserve all the praise in the world."
Stirred by desire, Sebastian restrained himself. "You are playing with fire, Isabella. Looks like you want to be taught a lesson."
"No, no, no," Isabella giggled. "Let me break it down for you."
Sebastian swallowed, picked up a glass of water, and took a sip to cool down. "Go on."
Isabella composed herself and recounted the incident in detail—
"I was about to open the passenger door to check on Jackson when I felt a shove from behind, knocking me down. Later, Lynda helped me up and told me she saved me."
With a sneer, Isabella gritted her teeth. "It's just not believable. I don't trust her. She couldn't hold back for a second, pretending to help me but actually pushing me down again.
"Then, she told me there was blood on the ground, that the blood was from the bastard in my womb."
Isabella ground out the words through clenched teeth,, the sound of her teeth clashing faintly audible. "So, the whole thing is a hundred percent related to Lynda. It's got to be another one of her schemes."
Immersed in her hatred, Isabella didn't notice the fleeting coldness in Sebastian's eyes.
But compared to Isabella's emotional outburst, Sebastian seemed overly calm. His expression remained impassive, only his index finger tapping the surface intermittently.
His brow furrowed occasionally, eyes narrowing as if lost in thought.
Isabella's lips tightened as she watched Sebastian. The room was too quiet, and Isabella could even hear the pounding of her own heart.
"I am at odds with Lynda, but I have no reason to slander her." After speaking, Isabella waited for Sebastian's response.
Sebastian's reply was rational, "We need evidence."
"Isn't what I say enough to be considered evidence?" Isabella found it amusing. Sebastian was truly impenetrable.
One moment, Sebastian was taking her to heaven, and now he seemed to be pushing her into hell.
"Sebastian, do you not believe what I said?" Isabella admitted she was sensitive, suspicious, and even jealous when it came to Lynda, sometimes coming off as aggressive.
When Sebastian sided with Isabella, she was ecstatic. Conversely, if he showed any favoritism towards Lynda, she felt distressed and uneasy.
She didn't want to feel this way, but she couldn't help it! Loving someone often involved such feelings.
"You know that if Lynda did something, she'd cover it up perfectly, making it impossible to find evidence. Why do you insist on seeking evidence?" Isabella was frustrated. "In the end, you're just protecting her. Suspecting her doesn't change anything if you don't take action against her."
Sebastian raised an eyebrow, bopping Isabella's nose. "Feeling jealous?"
"I'm not." Isabella swatted away Sebastian's hand, lying back and pulling the blanket over her head.
The blanket smelled of hospital disinfectant, and whether it was the smell or something else, Isabella's eyes stung, and her throat dried.
She bit her lip, unknowingly tasting blood in her mouth. Isabella had bitten her lower lip.
She couldn't understand why Sebastian needed evidence. She had almost died, and the children had almost been lost. 'Why is Sebastian still protecting Lynda?
Sebastian pulled down the blanket covering Isabella's head, habitually pinching her cheeks. "Leave this to me, okay? I'll give you an explanation, I promise."
Sebastian's voice rumbled low from his chest as he comforted her, "I don't doubt you, but there are also part of Lynda's story that are worth believing. Even though I suspect her and trust you more, I need concrete evidence to make a judgment."
"Wait for me, alright?" Sebastian caressed Isabella's cheeks. "Silly girl."
Finally, Isabella opened her eyes, her voice calm. "If I told you the person who pushed me was a total stranger, would you still need evidence?"
Sebastian remained silent, his brows furrowing.
Isabella had intended to say, "Definitely not." But the words died in her throat.
'What is the point? Why bother asking such a foolish question? It would be humiliating myself.'
"Isabella, there is no point in asking hypothetical questions," Sebastian spoke calmly. "You should trust me a little more. I promise to find evidence to punish her, so I will. But I can't harm her without proof since I owe her. Once I find out that she is involved in this, I will make her pay."
Isabella understood Sebastian's reasoning, but she was also clear that Lynda was the culprit who had hurt her, and Isabella wished to tear her apart immediately, without delay!
Yet Sebastian was her husband and her family, and he should unconditionally believe her and stand by her to teach Lynda a lesson.
But now, Sebastian wouldn't. Isabella didn't deny that Sebastian loved and cherished her, but Sebastian wasn't only her family but also Lynda's family.
Isabella admitted that the more she received, the more she desired.
Initially, she wanted Sebastian's affection, then she sought his love, and now possessiveness surged within her. She wanted him to prioritize her in any situation and unconditionally favor her.
"So, tell me, what do you owe her?" Isabella turned her face away, avoiding Sebastian's gaze.
"You don't need to know about these troubles," Sebastian said. "You are not me. There's no need for you to change your opinion of Lynda for my sake. If you dislike her, so be it."
Isabella's throat felt sour and bitter, and she was stunned.
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