Chapter 410 You Love Me, You Can't Leave Me
Suddenly, Sebastian's breath hitched, and it felt like a punch landed squarely on his chest.
Sebastian didn't dare touch her hand anymore.
He took a deep breath, got up, and went to find the first aid kit.
After applying the medicine to Isabella, Sebastian felt an overwhelming sense of exhaustion.
It was as if he could feel Isabella's pain; when the iodine was applied to her hand, his own hand and nails felt uncomfortable too.
Sebastian let out a breath from his throat, closed his eyes, exhaled deeply, covered Isabella with a blanket, and then got up to leave.
He couldn't bear to face Isabella's injuries.
"Mr. Lawrence." As soon as Sebastian stepped out, Carl approached him and said, "Grace has been locked in the basement."
Sebastian tugged at his tie, his eyes narrowing with a flash of homicidal intent, "Take good care of her."
"Yes," Carl paused slightly, as if remembering something, and asked, "What should we do with the gardener?"
Sebastian turned his head, raising an eyebrow, "Gardener?"
"Didn't Mrs. Lawrence tell you?" Carl quickly explained, "This morning, Mrs. Lawrence came back to get something and happened to catch me investigating who tampered with the car brakes."
Sebastian walked downstairs and sat on the sofa, leaning back and closing his eyes, "Continue."
Carl stood by his side, "I couldn't figure it out at the time, but Mrs. Lawrence did. The gardener couldn't withstand the pressure and confessed everything."
Sebastian's long fingers tapped lightly on his knee, and upon hearing this, he stopped and suddenly opened his eyes.
"And then?"
Sebastian could almost predict what Carl was about to say. His heartbeat quickened, and it felt like his heart was being roasted over an open flame.
Sure enough, Carl stammered, "The gardener said that the real mastermind behind everything is Miss Baker."
Sebastian's realization hit him hard.
No wonder Isabella had managed to find a few concrete pieces of evidence despite everything.
He had underestimated her capabilities. She had indeed uncovered a lot of flaws.
Isabella had found the evidence but chose to believe in him instead.
Sebastian's breath grew heavy, and his chest felt like it was weighed down with lead. Isabella trusted him even more than he had imagined.
And the damage he'd inflicted on her was deeper than he had thought.
He had betrayed her trust.
"Send the gardener to Pine Ridge Gardens," Sebastian said with cold intent, throwing the order over his shoulder before standing up. Just then, George arrived with the prescription, so Sebastian made his way to the dining room.
Carl couldn't figure out Sebastian's thoughts but sensed that he was suppressing his rage.
Sending Lynda over to cause trouble had been Ruth's way of publicly humiliating her and stripping her of all dignity.
Carl actually felt a twinge of satisfaction. After all, Isabella was a wonderful person, and Carl didn't want Lynda to cause her any more distress. Isabella seemed to have achieved a small victory, at least.
Carl hurried off to follow Sebastian's instructions.
Sebastian entered the dining room, startling the staff.
"Mr. Lawrence," they greeted in surprise.
Sebastian coolly replied, "Prepare something to eat that suits Mrs. Lawrence's tastes."
With that, he set about making Isabella's favorite fish soup and brewed a special tonic.
He'd asked George detailed questions, understanding that managing emotions and maintaining nutrition were crucial.
Sebastian gave off a "don't bother me" vibe. Even though the staff wanted to offer help, they hesitated to approach.
The soup took a while to cook, so Sebastian went upstairs midway to check on Isabella.
She was still unconscious, her eyes tightly shut, her lashes fluttering intermittently. Her brows were knotted in distress, and she slept restlessly.
He placed his hand on her forehead, trying to smooth out the creases between her brows. But she flinched as though jolted by something, her body shivering involuntarily.
She turned onto her side, her legs curled together, and her spine arched, her once straight back now bent.
Sebastian lightly patted Isabella's back, but the effect was minimal. Her body remained as tense as ever—if anything, it seemed even more so.
Sebastian guessed that Isabella might be waking up.
"Isabella?" he called softly.
The room was eerily quiet, with even the flow of air seeming to slow down.
Sebastian knew that even if Isabella were to wake, she likely wouldn't acknowledge him.
He lay down behind her and wrapped his arms around her from behind, holding her close.
"I'm sorry," he whispered into her ear, his voice a soothing murmur. "This won't happen again. Let's forget about it, okay?"
His warm breath lingered on her ear, but when Isabella remained silent, he impulsively bit her earlobe.
Isabella's eyes flew open, and her hands clenched into fists.
Her body was so honest, reacting almost immediately, though she struggled to control the shivers that coursed through her.
Sebastian's large hand rested on her chest, feeling the erratic thump of her heartbeat under his palm.
At the same time, his hand seemed to encase her heart, controlling it.
"Isabella," Sebastian's voice was low and husky, tinged with a subtle joy, "Your heartbeat is racing just like before."
Isabella's sarcastic laugh cut through the tension. "And so?"
"So, it means you love me and can't live without me," Sebastian declared confidently, almost arrogantly. "Let's forget this whole mess. I'll treat you better from now on, okay?"Isabella wanted to ask Sebastian how she was supposed to forget.
Lynda had pointed to a pool of blood and told her it was her baby's.
Lynda had almost killed her and her baby!
It wasn't just indirect—it was direct!
She'd shoved Isabella to the ground, causing Isabella to bleed heavily.
A wave of nausea surged through Isabella's chest. She bit her lip, her eyes reddening, but she fought to keep the tears at bay.
Her chest heaved, and in the next moment, she pushed Sebastian away, her bare feet hitting the floor as she staggered into the bathroom.
Isabella gripped the edge of the sink and bent over, her stomach churning with a sour, acidic taste. Everything she'd eaten that morning came up, eventually leaving only bile.
Sebastian stood at the door, holding Isabella's slippers, his face an impassive mask.
When Isabella finished vomiting, she grabbed a tissue to wipe her mouth and then turned on the faucet to wash her hands.
After cleaning up, she walked past Sebastian without a glance, deliberately ignoring him.
Sebastian's brow furrowed; her disregard unsettled him.
He reached out, grabbing her arm. "Put on your slippers, please," he said, his tone a mix of command and concern. He crouched, trying to slip the slippers onto her feet.
But before he could even finish speaking, Isabella struggled, wrenching her arm free, prying his fingers open one by one. She turned back to the sink, retching once more.
Sebastian froze, rooted to the spot.
Isabella didn't say a word. Her silent resistance, combined with her simple actions, shattered his confidence completely.
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