Chapter 439 To Fulfill Your Wishes and Vent Your Discontent
Carl stood at the door, totally shocked that the big blow-up he expected didn't happen.
He strolled over to Sebastian and noticed a smirk on his face, his features all relaxed. Carl almost thought he was dreaming.
He thought, 'They were fighting before, and now they're all buddy-buddy?'
The relationship between Sebastian and Isabella was a total rollercoaster.
"What's up?" Sebastian glanced at Carl, still as icy as ever.
Carl quickly said, "Mr. Lawrence, Mario in the basement said Miss Turner woke up this morning all messed up. She's lost it and keeps banging her head against the wall."
"Really?" Sebastian said nonchalantly, "Get a shrink to check her out."
"After that, keep an eye on her," Sebastian tugged at his tie with that usual arrogance. "Make sure she stays alive and sane, to endure all the crap like a normal person."
Survival wasn't an option, and dying was off the table.
She had to rot in the basement, going through hell, living in regret and pain forever.
Always, staying clear-headed to regret her past actions until the day she croaked.
Carl felt the evil vibes coming off Sebastian and couldn't help but shiver, bowing even more respectfully, "Yes, Mr. Lawrence."
"Wait," Carl turned to leave, but Sebastian called him back.
Carl turned around, "Mr. Lawrence, anything else?"
Sebastian lounged on the sofa, legs crossed, his right arm resting on the sofa arm, supporting his head.
He closed his eyes and said, "Tomorrow at noon, move her to the basement of Pine Ridge Gardens."
Carl knew all of Sebastian's properties and remembered that the soundproofing in the basement of Pine Ridge Gardens sucked.
If Grace got tortured in the basement, the folks upstairs would hear it.
And the person living at Pine Ridge Gardens was Lynda.
That was pretty savage.
Even though he didn't mess with Lynda the same way he did with Grace, Lynda wouldn't have a peaceful life either.
Mental torture could sometimes be even worse.
The only thing Carl didn't get was why she had to be moved tomorrow at noon.
Wasn't Lynda getting engaged tomorrow? Would she even go back to Pine Ridge Gardens?
Did Sebastian really want to mess with Lynda?
"Don't speculate, don't think about it," Sebastian said lightly, "Just follow the orders."
Carl felt a chill down his spine and quickly pulled himself together. "Yes, Mr. Lawrence."
"Carl, if she escapes, you know what's coming for you," Sebastian's voice was super low, "Stay sharp and keep your head clear, got it?"
"Yes, Mr. Lawrence, got it," Carl's forehead was sweating, his mouth dry. Despite the casual tone, it made his legs shake.
Sebastian waved his hand, slightly furrowing his brow, lost in thought.
Carl hurriedly left.
Upstairs, Isabella finished washing up and went to the walk-in closet to change into some loungewear.
Her phone buzzed with a message.
Isabella, drying her hair with one hand, picked up the phone with the other.
It was a message on her secondary account from Samuel, asking if she had found the video.
Isabella thought for a sec and replied: [Samuel, sorry, I couldn't find the video. Thanks for all your help. Hope you get what you want tomorrow.]
Outside Pine Ridge Gardens, in his sleek black sports car, Samuel read Isabella's message and raised an eyebrow.
A few seconds later, his eyebrow slowly lowered.
He texted back to comfort her: [It's cool. Snagging something from Sebastian is no joke.]
Isabella replied: [Thank you].
Samuel couldn't help but feel a pang of emptiness in his chest.
He typed out a bunch of lines in the input box, but ended up deleting them all.
No matter what he said, it wouldn't change a thing. He couldn't show the evidence he had, nor could he help her put Lynda behind bars.
Taking a deep breath, Samuel gripped his phone tightly, closed his eyes, and tried to get a grip on his emotions.
After a bit, he got out of the car and went to push open the gate of Pine Ridge Gardens.
Before he could push the door open, Samuel heard arguing inside and paused slightly.
Inside, Ruth was shouting, "You promised me money, where is it? You liar, you made me suffer so much!"
Then, there was a sharp slapping sound.
Samuel's eyes scanned the room as he pushed the door open.
He saw Ruth and Lynda going at it, with Lynda totally overpowered by Ruth.
"Samuel!" Lynda's clothes were a mess, her hair all over the place, and there was a red handprint on her neck. Her eyes were filled with tears, looking all pitiful. "help, help!"
In the past, Samuel would have felt sorry for such a Lynda.
But now, Samuel sneered inwardly, hoping someone would rip off her fake mask.
Ruth grabbed Lynda's collar, yelling, "Who will help me? Who will help my grandson!"
"Samuel, Samuel, help."
"Stop!" Samuel strode forward, grabbed Ruth's shoulder, and kicked her away. Then he bent down and picked up Lynda, urgently asking, "What happened?"
"Samuel, you're here," Lynda cried in Samuel's arms, her tears soaking his clothes. "It hurts so much. She's crazy, she keeps hitting me and asking for money."
The middle-aged woman was Ruth, the gardener from Willowbrook Estate. When she was first brought here, she still had a glimmer of hope that Lynda would give her money.
But today, Ruth finally realized that Lynda had been lying to her!
She couldn't take it anymore and had to confront Lynda.
"You're the crazy one! You made me sabotage the car brakes, you shameless woman!"
Ruth sat on the ground, her face full of anger, shouting, "Why am I asking you for money? Because you promised to give it to me! I worked for you, why shouldn't I get paid?"
Samuel's mind was quick, and from a few words from Ruth, he pieced together the situation.
Instantly, Samuel felt disgusted.
"Samuel, it's not like that, I don't know what she's talking about," Lynda cried, burying her face in Samuel's chest. "Ever since I decided to be with you, I dismissed the servants Sebastian sent. She just wouldn't leave and even blackmailed me. When I didn't give her money, she hit me."
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