Chapter 377 Start with Lynda Samuel, investigate
Isabella turned away from Sebastian, curling up. "Fine, keep your secrets. Whatever."
Sebastian's jaw tightened, his brows furrowing. He couldn't figure out what was wrong.
The whole thing with Moore and Betty wasn't worth mentioning. He figured he'd handle that mess alone—no need to drag Isabella into it.
Even with Amber, he'd kept things vague, only dropping a few hints after it all went down.
And the incident with Lynda during the surgery? Isabella didn't need to know. She'd just get jealous. No one liked their partner being admired by someone else.
Then there was Samuel. The way he looked at Isabella was weird. Sebastian didn't want Isabella feeling grateful to Samuel.
"Come on. Be good." Sebastian sat on the edge of the bed, reaching to pat Isabella's arm. She shifted, and his hand missed.
A silent standoff began. Isabella thought she was right, and Sebastian felt he wasn't wrong either.
They both felt wronged.
The room's atmosphere turned icy. Sebastian's face hardened as he pressed the call button for Thomas. Thomas arrived, and Isabella went through the exam, answering questions seriously and asking about precautions. She ignored Sebastian completely.
Standing by the bed, Sebastian looked helpless.
His phone buzzed in his pocket. Not wanting to disturb Thomas, he left the room.
Isabella, ignoring Sebastian, still watched him from the corner of her eye. When he left, her heart felt emptier, and a bitter taste filled her mouth.
She couldn't shake the suspicion that Sebastian was talking to Lynda. Why else would he step out to take a call?
Secrets and sneaking around. Impressive!
Her earlier anger had been a fleeting thing, but now she was truly pissed.
Lynda, who nearly killed her, sharing secrets with Sebastian, made Isabella sick. She tried not to think about it but couldn't help it.
She and Lynda were at a point where only one could survive. Lynda was a thorn in her throat, impossible to spit out or swallow, causing intense pain.
After Thomas left, Isabella lay on the bed, biting her fingers hard, only the sharp pain easing the stabbing in her heart.
Outside the ward, Sebastian was on the phone, his expression grim as he nodded to Thomas, who had just walked out.
Once out of earshot, he glanced back at the room and continued, "So, the car left without a license plate, evaded surveillance, and disappeared, right?" Sebastian's anger was clear.
"Yes, Mr. Lawrence," the person on the other end could telll Sebastian was furious and stammered. "And the driver wore a mask and hat, hiding the face. No way to tell who it was."
Sebastian's eyes were cold. "Was anything tampered with in the car Isabella used?"
"Yes, the brakes. The driver said the car was coming right at him, so he swerved. But the brakes failed, and he crashed into a utility pole," the person replied.
"Got it." Sebastian's face turned icy, his demeanor more relaxed but still cold.
Leaning against the wall, he tapped the windowsill rhythmically. As he thought about Isabella's earlier words, he said, "Keep digging into Lynda and Samuel. Also, send me today's surveillance footage from Serenity Way."
This whole thing reeked of a setup. Sebastian hung up, lost in thought.
'Could Lynda be behind this?' he pondered. 'But she has genuinely asked me for help to save Isabella.'
That didn't match what Isabella said, who claimed Lynda did all this to her. 'Who should I believe?'
Sebastian clenched his fists, then slowly relaxed them.
After a moment, he closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to clear his mind.
He trusted Isabella more than Lynda, but he trusted evidence above all.
In the end, Sebastian thought that both of them could be lying. His trust and suspicions were one thing, but the truth was another. Trust was subjective, while evidence was objective.
Sebastian held an unlit cigarette between his fingers, rubbing it thoughtfully, his expression calm. Even with Isabella in his heart, he could still keep his composure and think clearly.
As the sun set and darkness fell, Sebastian returned to the ward. The room was dimly lit, and he could barely see the curve of the bed.
He walked over, sat on the edge, and leaned down to kiss Isabella's cheek gently. "You still mad?"
Isabella's eyelashes fluttered, but she remained silent, pretending to be asleep.
Sebastian didn't call her out, just chuckled softly.
After two days of high stress, his body was feeling it. He freshened up in the bathroom, then lay down with Isabella. He slipped one arm under her neck and wrapped the other around her, resting his chin on her shoulder.
Isabella tried to move away, but Sebastian's grip was firm, not letting her escape.
"Goodnight, honey," he whispered, his breath warm against her ear.
The narrow hospital bed left no space between them. Isabella's back fit snugly against Sebastian's chest, her legs close to his.
With his hoarse, indulgent whisper and their closeness, Isabella could hear her erratic heartbeat. She was so angry with herself that she couldn't resist him.
Isabella closed her eyes, but Sebastian's breath felt like tiny ants crawling on her skin, tingling her neck. With that sensation, she couldn't sleep.
She opened her eyes, feeling dazed, and spoke softly, "Can we deal with Lynda without evidence? I swear, it's her." If one listened closely, the plea in her voice would be heard.
But Sebastian was tired, and her words were unclear to him. He faintly heard her and mumbled, "It'll be sorted soon, within a week. Be good."
Isabella had mustered the courage to ask, only to be brushed off again. She sadly realized that Lynda held a significant place in Sebastian's heart.
And there were secrets between them that she didn't know about.
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