Chapter 430 Take the Knife and Stab Me
"Isabella, I'm your husband," he said, locking eyes with her, pain all over his face. "Are you telling me you two are fooling around?"
Sebastian's pain vanished, replaced by a dangerous look.
"You're being ridiculous," Isabella muttered, looking away and trying to pry his fingers off her wrist. "Let go of me, I want to go back to the hotel."
Instead of letting go, Sebastian pulled her into a tight hug.
In that moment, he realized Isabella had lost weight.
A pregnant woman carrying twins, four to five months along, should be gaining weight.
But Isabella hadn't.
When he held her, he could feel her ribs. Apart from her slightly protruding belly, she was thinner than before.
How could Sebastian not feel heartbroken?
He stopped arguing.
"What are you thinking about?" Sebastian whispered in her ear. "Samuel is dangerous; I have to be careful around him. Getting involved with him won't do you any good."
Isabella couldn't break free from his embrace, so she let him hold her.
His familiar scent enveloped her.
It was like a pair of gentle hands, smoothing her anxiety, calming her down, making her realize she had misunderstood him.
Then she thought, 'But does it matter now whether it was a misunderstanding?'
Isabella pushed him away, nodding weakly. "Yeah, I know."
"Know?" Sebastian frowned. "If you know, why did you still do it?"
"Do I have any other options?" Isabella stared at him sarcastically. "Sebastian, did you give me any other choice?"
They stared at each other.
The room was silent.
The autumn wind blew, tapping against the window, but the sound didn't reach inside.
Inside, it was so quiet.
"I'm leaving. You should have lunch." Isabella lost the staring contest, lowering her head with a bitter smile.
She looked like a machine that hadn't been maintained for years, moving stiffly, turning around to leave.
There was no point in staying any longer.
Sebastian ultimately refused to take action against Lynda.
And she wouldn't back down either.
Isabella could forget past deceptions and lies, but she couldn't let Lynda go.
No matter how much love there was, she wouldn't let it go.
Her standoff with Sebastian had reached its end.
This relationship was completely over.
As Isabella turned around, tears streamed down her face.
Step by step, she walked forward until she reached the door.
She raised her hand, and just as it was about to touch the door, a pair of warm arms wrapped around her waist.
"Isabella, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Sebastian's chin rested on her shoulder, his hoarse voice repeating the words.
Isabella closed her eyes.
Her back pressed against his chest, which was still warm.
But it couldn't warm her.
"I won't forgive you," Isabella said softly. "I love you, but my love has principles and boundaries. I can't love you without loving myself."
In the sanatorium, Samuel had said she loved Sebastian more than herself, that she would indulge in Sebastian and eventually forgive him.
But no.
She wasn't like that.
"Let me go, and let yourself go too. I have my principles, and you have your boundaries and helplessness. That's it, okay?"
Isabella was really tired and didn't want to continue.
"That's impossible," Sebastian tightened his grip as if he wanted to merge her into his bones. "No."
After holding her tightly, Sebastian let go of Isabella. He gently circled her wrist, turning her around.
Then, he placed a knife in Isabella's hand.
Isabella held the handle, the blade reflecting a cold, blinding light in the sunlight.
The light flashed straight into Isabella's eyes.
She didn't even dare to blink, her eyes filled with confusion, unease, and panic.
Isabella looked at Sebastian with such complex emotions. "A knife? What are you giving me this for?"
Sebastian calmly looked back at Isabella, his slender fingers pointing to his chest. His thin lips moved, "Come, stab here."
Isabella was so shocked that her pupils contracted, unable to react for a long time.
"Sebastian, what are you talking about?"
Isabella stood there, dumbfounded, like a little robot that wouldn't move without a command.
"Take the knife and stab me," Sebastian said. "Come on, if this will make you feel better."
This was the only solution Sebastian could think of.
He was willing to bear everything, without any regrets.
In front of Sebastian, Isabella's tears fell, her mouth trembling, the tears flowing even more fiercely. "For her, you actually, you actually want me to hurt you, Sebastian..."
Sebastian covered Isabella's mouth, not allowing her to continue.
Hot tears fell from Isabella's eyes, rolling onto Sebastian's hand, seeping into his skin.
Where the tears fell, Sebastian felt a sting.
"Shh," Sebastian said. "Don't cry, listen to me."
"It's not for Lynda," he smiled. "She's not worth me getting hurt, not worth risking my life to please."
Isabella always thought her tears had dried up, but now they kept falling.
Her palm holding the knife handle was burning hot, like holding a ball of fire, the flames scorching her.
Isabella immediately wanted to throw the knife away.
But Sebastian's hand, at some point, had moved from her lips to her hand.
His hand held hers tightly.
In other words, she was holding the knife, but actually, the one controlling it was Sebastian.
Isabella tried hard to control the knife, but it was futile.
Her face was as white as a sheet of paper.
The fine hairs on her face were clearly visible, some even standing up.
"Isabella, in short, I owe the Baker family my life, a debt I have to repay."
As Sebastian spoke, he guided Isabella's hand, moving the knife closer to his heart.
"I know, my debt shouldn't be paid by sacrificing you, but I have no choice. When these two collide, I have to let her go, I have to protect Lynda's life. My actions caused your pain.
"So, let me repay it. Don't dwell on this anymore, forget about it, be happy, let the little stars in your eyes shine again. That's when you're the most dazzling."
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