Chapter 472 Say Something Nice, Everyone's Happy
"Doesn't matter," Isabella sighed, looked away, grabbed a new fork, and when she looked back up, she was smiling. "Invite anyone you want, not just Lynda. I don't mind."
Then she tilted her head and grinned at Carl, "Get someone to tidy up the master bedroom. I'll move out and make room for Miss Baker."
She was being super considerate and then asked Sebastian, "It's a weekday, so we can change our marriage certificate to a divorce certificate today. And I'll step aside for Lynda completely."
Sebastian was so mad he laughed. It was a smile, but it didn't reach his eyes.
He nodded, "Still as sharp-tongued as ever. You haven't changed a bit."
Kaine was practically holding his breath, and Carl was hiding behind him, scared to get caught in the middle.
Isabella shot back, "Just being true to myself."
Sebastian repeated her words, "That's a fine example of being true to oneself."
His expression changed in a flash, the smile disappearing. "Isabella, you've really shown me how fast a woman can change after cheating."
"Learned something new, huh?" Isabella said.
Sebastian slammed his fist on the table, cutting her off.
The table shook, food shifted, and milk spilled everywhere.
"Isabella, I've spoiled you so much that you dare to say these things and betray me. No more. From now on, you're just an ordinary person to me. I'll show you what torment really means."
Sebastian stood up, eyes red, and told Carl, "Do what she said, move her stuff to the first floor."
The first floor was mostly for the servants. There were only a couple of guest rooms, and Isabella knew Sebastian wasn't giving her one of those.
She didn't care, not one bit.
"Actually, there's no need. After the divorce, I'll take my things with me," Isabella said softly.
Sebastian stormed upstairs without looking back, "I'm not done with you yet, and you want to leave? Dream on."
Isabella knew Sebastian wanted her to keep the title of Mrs. Lawrence while serving him and Lynda.
Serving the person who almost killed her.
Sebastian was a real piece of work, his methods of torment were top-notch and ruthless.
Isabella responded calmly, "Alright."
She felt awful inside, but she wouldn't show it.
Sebastian's heart was already numb; he couldn't tell if it hurt or not.
He had to admit, Isabella's cheating was real, falling in love with someone else was real, not caring about him and not loving him were all real.
He quickened his pace, went upstairs, and disappeared from Isabella's sight.
"Ma'am," as soon as Sebastian left, Kaine frowned and said, "Mr. Lawrence really cares about you. He forgave Miss Baker out of helplessness. But he didn't let her off easy.
"At that engagement club, Mr. Lawrence found Miss Baker a fiancé who was way below her standards. She always wanted to marry into a wealthy family, and having that fiancé was worse than death for her.
"Also, Miss Baker went crazy because Mr. Lawrence was punishing her. He released her from prison not to give her a good life, but to punish her. She couldn't handle his punishment and went mad from the stress.
"Ma'am, you can't treat Mr. Lawrence like this. He loves you so much he'd give up his life for you. That car accident was a close call; he could've died."
Kaine spoke earnestly, "I know your cheating is questionable. You're Emily's friend, and I don't think you're that kind of person. Please forgive Mr. Lawrence. He cares about you so much; he's just jealous. Lower your stance."
Isabella was silent for a long time before she said, "Kaine, there's no need to say more. Sebastian has already decided that I cheated, so I did."
To be honest, Isabella was shocked that Sebastian had done so much to punish Lynda.
But Isabella couldn't forgive Sebastian.
These people didn't understand.
No, it should be said that no one but her understood that her conflict with Sebastian wasn't about whether to punish Lynda.
It started on that rainy night, with deception and calculation.
The beginning of love was a calculation, and to Isabella, she fell in love with a false image.
There was no possibility of reconciliation with Sebastian; they couldn't go back. What Sebastian did was too outrageous.
No normal person could forgive him.
"Ma'am, you're just being spiteful. Mr. Lawrence doesn't trust you, so you're deliberately provoking him."
"It's not spite; I'm very serious," Isabella denied Kaine's statement, as if encouraging herself, "Very serious."
Then she stood up and ordered Carl, "Go pack my things and move them to the first floor."
"Ma'am," Carl said with a worried face, sighing in distress, "Why do you have to do this? Is it necessary? You'll get hurt, you'll feel pain. Just apologize, and everyone will be happy."
'So what if it hurts?' Isabella silently answered in her heart.
As long as she could stop loving Sebastian, a little pain didn't matter.
Better a short pain than a long one!
So, let it hurt. She had long stopped wanting everyone to be happy.
If she really wanted to continue living with Sebastian, when she found out the truth on that rainy night, Isabella would have immediately confronted Sebastian, listened to his explanation, listened to his apology, and slowly forgiven him in his guilt and care.
But Isabella didn't.
She no longer had any hope for this relationship.
Without hope, she let Sebastian misunderstand, agreed to Samuel's cooperation.
She would confront Sebastian head-on, wearing down their feelings for each other.
She would argue with him, let him taste the pain.
Let them both hurt, both hate each other, and head towards separation.
"You all go ahead," Isabella didn't want to say more, stood up, and left.
Kaine and Carl watched Isabella's departing figure, exchanged a glance, and both had serious expressions.
At the same time, they both tacitly had nothing to say, shook their heads helplessly, and went about their own business.
Isabella found a room on the first floor and never went upstairs again.
The servants made several trips, moving her things in, and Isabella didn't even bother to look or care about where they put her belongings, and then started dealing with unread messages on her phone.
Samuel had sent her a message: [Couldn't reach you, guessed you had another fight with Mr. Lawrence, so I mailed the phone to you. If you need anything, remember to contact me.]
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