Chapter 432 He Stabbed Himself
As time dragged on, the bloodstain on Sebastian's chest kept spreading, and Isabella was sweating bullets, totally freaking out.
She wanted to yell at Sebastian, call him a total nutjob!
Every second felt like forever to Isabella.
Just as she was about to lose it, she saw Sebastian's lips twitch.
She leaned in closer.
"It's okay," Sebastian mumbled.
Like he knew she was about to go off on him, he added, "Isabella, it hurts a bit."
Isabella was floored. Did he just say "hurt"?
She thought, 'How bad must it be for him to admit it hurts?'
Her heart twisted up like a pretzel.
She couldn't say a word, just squeezed his hand tight.
After a couple of squeezes, she let go, scared she'd hurt him more.
"Isabella, I'm sorry," Sebastian whispered, holding her hand, "Forgive me."
"I know," Isabella nodded like crazy, tears hanging on her lashes, "I said I forgive you. Don't talk, Sebastian, save your strength."
Sebastian's lips curled up.
From his smile, Isabella saw determination and a sense of finality.
But she didn't have the energy to wonder if he did it on purpose. It didn't matter.
Sebastian's actions left her totally lost, unable to fight back.
In the face of his life, even the biggest things seemed small.
When Sebastian closed his eyes, Isabella's world went pitch black.
"Sebastian!" Isabella's voice was sharp and hoarse, her throat nearly tearing from the shout.
"Mrs. Lawrence, please get up," Carl said, panting as he rushed upstairs after meeting the ambulance, "The ambulance is here."
Isabella pushed herself up from the sofa and stood, but she was too quick, and her legs gave out, making her stumble backward.
Luckily, Carl caught her, stopping her from falling.
Carl almost fainted. With Sebastian's life on the line, if anything happened to Isabella or the babies, he'd have to atone with his life!
"Mrs. Lawrence," Carl said, trembling, "Please be careful. You can't have anything happen to you."
At that moment, Wayne rushed over with a stretcher, placing Sebastian on it and hurrying out.
"Let go," Isabella said, her eyes glued to Sebastian as she shook off Carl's arm, ignoring her own weakness and following quickly.
Carl was left behind in the study.
The study reeked of blood, with drops on the clean floor and even stains on the sofa.
Not far away, a knife lay on the floor, its tip stained with blood, reflecting a blinding light in the sunlight.
Carl slapped his leg in frustration.
He quickly informed the Lawrence family about the situation.
Such a big incident couldn't be kept from them.
At the Lawrence House.
The afternoon sun was just right, and William was chilling on a lounge chair in the living room, sipping tea.
In the study, Byron was reading books, prepping for an article publication.
In Jarod's room, Jarod and Peter were seriously searching for info about someone who looked like Joyce.
Everything was calm and orderly.
Until the ringing of phones shattered the peace.
Almost at the same time, the three Lawrence men got calls.
Byron and Jarod bolted out of their rooms simultaneously.
They locked eyes, seeing panic and deep worry in each other's faces.
Byron didn't even have time to wonder how Jarod was suddenly on his feet. He adjusted his glasses and hurried over to him.
"Jarod, Sebastian..." Byron, usually all stern and composed, choked up, words failing him.
Jarod was just as freaked out. The sudden news left no room for processing.
He glanced at the bewildered Peter beside him and quickly said, "Peter, get the car. We're heading to the hospital."
Peter had no clue what was going on, but if it made Jarod stand up, it had to be serious.
"Got it, on it."
Downstairs in the living room, a teacup crashed to the floor with a sharp clink.
"Mr. Lawrence" Carl shouted, panicking, "What's wrong? Don't scare me!"
Jarod dashed downstairs.
Peter, after a split-second realization, guessed who was in trouble and sprinted to the garage to get the car.
Byron, not as spry as the younger guys, leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths, and was helped downstairs by a servant.
Downstairs, William lay on the lounge chair, with Carl helping him catch his breath. Once William's breathing steadied, he pushed him away.
Jarod stepped forward, grabbing William's hand.
William, sharp as ever, immediately got it when he saw Jarod walking normally.
Jarod had been faking it to dodge an arranged marriage.
But now wasn't the time to hash that out.
William was pissed at his grandson's trickery, but he saw that Jarod still cared about Sebastian, showing real feelings between them.
Why else would Jarod fake it for so long and suddenly come clean?
"Sebastian will be fine," Jarod said, patting William's hand as they headed out, trying to comfort him.
"Let's hope so."
Soon, a business car packed with the Lawrence family members sped to the hospital.
At the hospital, the smell of disinfectant was overpowering, and the hallway outside the operating room was thick with tension.
Isabella, with her pregnant belly, leaned against the wall, trying to support her exhausted body.
Her eyes were glued to the operating room door.
On the way, Wayne had told her that Sebastian hadn't lost too much blood and there was no need to freak out.
But Isabella couldn't calm her racing heart.
She was a wreck.
Lately, Isabella had been to the hospital way too many times, and she had no good memories of the place.
These visits never brought good news.
From the end of the hallway came the sound of hurried footsteps, getting closer and closer.
"William, Byron, Jarod," Isabella turned her head and called out hoarsely.
Isabella was wearing a light-colored cardigan, with visible red bloodstains on it, the blood dried and stuck to the fabric.
William winced at the sight of the blood on her.
"Isabella, what happened? How did he end up in the operating room?" William's face grew serious, and his tone turned icy, "Who stabbed Sebastian?"
Isabella stammered, "He stabbed himself..."
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