Chapter 458 Who Trespassed in?
"Alright, thanks." Kaine was running around like crazy, and by the time he got Sebastian settled in the hospital room, he was completely wiped out.
He sighed, slipped out of the room quietly, and called Emily.
He fibbed, saying he was working late, and told her not to worry.
Once everything was squared away, Kaine kept folks on the lookout for Samuel.
Samuel was a ghost, always crashing at different hotels, and no one knew where he was. Kaine's search went on all night.
Just as he was about to send someone else to keep looking, a weak voice piped up from behind, "I'll go myself, send me the address."
Kaine spun around, shocked and thrilled. "Mr. Lawrence, you're awake!"
After a night's rest, Sebastian was back on his feet.
Aside from the bandages on his head, he was mostly fine. His waist and legs were good, and his arms had a few minor cuts, but nothing major. He pushed himself up and got out of bed.
"Clearly, you're not so tired that you're seeing things," Sebastian rasped to Kaine. "You worked hard yesterday; I'll give you a break next month."
Sebastian was always fair with rewards and punishments. After mentioning the perks, he got straight to business. "Get a car and a few bodyguards ready."
Sebastian's voice was soft but icy, his brows knitted, and his eyes full of raw anger.
Samuel's constant provocations, his bold meddling, and his attempts to hurt Isabella—if Sebastian didn't put Samuel in his place, Samuel might forget who ran Maple Valley.
Sebastian's hand slowly clenched into a fist, a cold smile curling on his lips.
Kaine remembered the doctor's advice. He hesitated and cautiously looked up at Sebastian. "Mr. Lawrence, your health..."
Sebastian had just been in a car crash and had surgery. He looked pale, his lips colorless. Kaine couldn't help but worry.
Sebastian didn't say a word, didn't even glance at Kaine, grabbed the clothes Kaine had prepped, and headed to the dressing room.
Kaine knew his words were pointless.
Isabella had been kidnapped; she wasn't just anyone. How could Sebastian not get involved personally?
Sebastian got ready quickly, even ditching the bandages on his head and using his hair to cover the wound.
His Isabella was in Samuel's hands, and he had no clue what she was going through.
Samuel was unpredictable, and there were rumors in Silvercrest about his knack for psychological torture.
Sebastian couldn't bear to think how scared Isabella must be.
He hadn't protected her, letting her fall into Samuel's clutches. How could he let her worry about him?
If she knew he had been in a car crash, how heartbroken would she be?
Sebastian moved swiftly and decisively.
When removing the bandages, he yanked a bit too hard, reopening the wound, causing blood to seep from his forehead.
Sebastian didn't make a sound, his face showing no sign of pain. He hid all the injuries from the previous day.
Then, Sebastian walked out of the bathroom.
In just a few minutes, all traces of weakness and fatigue had vanished from Sebastian, replaced by a commanding and unyielding presence.
Kaine respectfully followed beside Sebastian. "Mr. Lawrence, as you asked, everything's ready."
"Good."
A bunch of cars were already lined up at the hospital entrance.
Once Sebastian got in, they took off in a neat formation.
The convoy sped towards Samuel's place, Starlight Ridge, getting closer by the minute.
Starlight Ridge.
After the rain, the air was fresh, and the autumn weather was crisp.
Isabella cracked open the window, letting the scent of rain and earth drift into the room. The fresh air made her feel a bit better, less suffocated.
The place was elegant and classic, which Isabella quite liked. But it wasn't hers; it was Samuel's, and she was just crashing there for the night.
Since it was Samuel's place, Isabella didn't feel comfortable staying long. She closed the window and rubbed her nose.
Her clothes were soaked, and she was too tired to dry them last night. She only put them in the dryer this morning, not knowing if they were dry yet.
Wearing a bathrobe, Isabella walked into the bathroom. She raised her hand to check the clothes on the drying rack; they were still damp.
Isabella pulled her arm back in disappointment, leaning against the wall, staring blankly.
In front of her was a mirror, and Isabella looked at her reflection, barely recognizing herself. Her eyes were lifeless, showing no waves, no hope.
Sebastian had destroyed her.
She thought, 'How could I return to the Isabella I was before meeting Sebastian?'
Isabella tried to smile at her reflection, but she couldn't.
Tears welled up in her eyes, moistening her cheeks.
How could someone who couldn't even smile continue to live?
Isabella knew no one could save her; she had to save herself.
The only way out for her was to leave Sebastian. She had to escape from Sebastian, as far away from him as possible.
Her heart ached, and her eyes stung. She said to herself inwardly, 'No crying!'
Isabella covered her mouth, biting her palm, looking upward. This way, it seemed like nothing was wrong.
Suddenly, a loud knock on the door broke the morning silence at Starlight Ridge. Then came the unmistakable sound of someone kicking the door.
At first, Isabella thought she was hearing things, but the piercing sound of the door being kicked told her it was no illusion.
Someone was trying to break in.
Isabella frowned, pushing the bathroom door open.
Once outside, the noise at Starlight Ridge grew louder.
"Who are you! Trespassing is illegal, you know?" It was Oliver's voice, trembling as if he was scared.
Then Isabella heard a rough voice responding to Oliver. "If you don't want to get stabbed, get out of the way!"
"A knife! What are you trying to do?"
Isabella's eyes widened, thinking, 'A knife? In Maple Valley, who would be so bold? Who would dare to threaten someone with a knife so brazenly? Is it Sebastian? Has he found me so quickly?'
Isabella's heart raced, and she bit her lip, struggling to breathe.
She thought it would take Sebastian at least two or three days to find her. How could it be so fast?
Isabella wasn't ready to face Sebastian; she didn't want to see him. But she couldn't let innocent people suffer.
Isabella couldn't; she couldn't repay kindness with enmity.
Standing behind the curtain, Isabella looked out. Oliver had a knife pressed to his chest by a bodyguard in a black suit. Oliver was now trembling, his legs shaking.
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