Chapter 477 Insisting on Exposing Your Amnesia Lie
Isabella carried the tray, peeked out to make sure Sebastian and Lynda weren't around, then shut the door and headed to the dining room.
"Ma'am, why'd you come out? You could've just called me to get it," said the servant who had just brought Isabella's dinner, taking off her gloves and grabbing the tray from her.
"It's fine, I had nothing better to do. You go on."
"Alright. Ma'am, you..." The servant hesitated, eyeing Isabella's face, then forced a smile. "You're expecting a baby, you should go back and rest."
Isabella's lips twitched into a slight smile. "If you have something to say, just say it."
The servant's eyes darted around, her smile faltering.
Just then, the dining room door swung open, and a few servants walked in, whispering, "I bet the mistress of Willowbrook Estate is about to change."
"Yeah, one moves into the master bedroom, and the other gets shoved to the first floor with us in the servants' quarters. It's clear who's the real mistress. Poor thing."
"I heard she had an affair. Serves her right! Ma'am!"
The talking servant suddenly noticed Isabella, her voice shooting up, her face turning pale with embarrassment.
Isabella's breath caught, feeling like something was choking her.
At the same time, a wave of nausea hit her, and she quickly covered her mouth, dry heaving.
But nothing came up, just a sour taste in her mouth, making her feel awful.
She swallowed hard and asked, "Lynda moved into the master bedroom?"
"Yes," the servant replied. "Ma'am, I was just talking nonsense, please don't take it to heart..."
Before the servant could finish, Isabella had already walked past her.
She got her answer; the rest didn't matter.
Before closing the dining room door, Isabella heard the servant muttering, "What's she so smug about? She might be kicked out tomorrow."
The voice was low, but just loud enough for Isabella to hear, clearly meant for her.
People were always opportunistic, Isabella knew this well, especially the servants in wealthy families.
But she didn't care; such nasty words didn't bother her.
What she cared about was what Sebastian and Lynda were doing now that they shared a room.
She looked upstairs.
Unfortunately, she could only see a long hallway, not the master bedroom.
But Isabella could imagine that the place she once lived had been taken over, tainted with Lynda's scent, and the mistress had been replaced.
At this point, Isabella was glad she hadn't taken wedding photos. Otherwise, her wedding photos would have been taken down from the wall, smashed, torn apart, and thrown into the trash.
Isabella chuckled, moving her heavy steps slowly towards the small room on the first floor.
The small room was quiet, not a sound could be heard, not even her own heartbeat.
It felt as if her heart had been hollowed out, leaving only a void in her chest.
Despite this, Isabella felt pain, deep pain, both physical and emotional.
But she still managed a smile.
After all the twists and turns, Sebastian and Lynda were still together.
She thought, 'So, will Sebastian divorce me now? Will these days soon come to an end? Will I have a chance to pursue happiness in the future? How wonderful.'
Isabella could still see a glimmer of light and hope.
She sat on the bed, curled her legs, and buried her face in her knees, a smile lingering on her lips.
It was a smile, but not quite. It lacked any soul, merely an upward curve of the lips.
Isabella sat like this, not knowing how she fell asleep. As a nearly five-month pregnant woman, she was too thin and small.
Curled up like this, she almost had no presence.
Upstairs, in the master bedroom.
Sebastian silently flipped through documents, the room filled only with the sound of turning pages.
Lynda sat on the edge of the bed, holding her breath, not daring to disturb him.
She didn't know why Sebastian suddenly let her move into the master bedroom.
Clearly, he had ignored her when she chased after him during the day.
What had caused such a big change?
Lynda's heart was racing with joy and excitement. No matter what had driven his change, she had to seize this opportunity!
She couldn't figure out why Sebastian had invited her into the master bedroom, alone in the same room late at night. She thought, 'If this isn't an invitation, what is it?'
A chance at survival, Lynda couldn't help but think, 'Is Sebastian making me Mrs. Lawrence? Will he not send me abroad for punishment?'
Lynda gazed obsessively at Sebastian's chiseled face, her hands tightly clasped together.
After a while, she bit her lower lip, opened her hands, and wiped the sweat on her palms on her pants, making up her mind to walk towards Sebastian.
Just as she was about to sit on the sofa next to Sebastian, she heard him say coldly, "Stay away from me. Don't come near. Didn't the bodyguard explain what I meant? Do I have to spell it out and expose your lie about amnesia?"
Lynda awkwardly maintained a half-squatting position, her expression shocked. She wanted to argue, to play dumb.
But Sebastian didn't even look at her, leaving her with a side profile, every line on his face exuding certainty and confidence.
"Why did you ask me to stay here?" Lynda stood up straight, trembling as she asked.
Sebastian didn't answer, only saying, "If you want to go abroad, I can arrange for someone to send you now."
Lynda was terrified, inevitably thinking of Grace's fate. Her eyes widened, and she took several steps back. She fell onto the edge of the bed with a pale face.
As she sat down, she clutched the bedsheet, wrinkling it.
Lynda knew why Sebastian was doing this.
It was nothing more than to provoke Isabella.
Lynda couldn't stand it. She had once been the most important woman in Sebastian's heart. How had it come to this?
Isabella was supposed to be pregnant for her, and now she had become a doormat to provoke Isabella.
Lynda's hatred deepened, solidifying further.
The next day, early in the morning, Isabella woke up feeling sore all over.
Although the floor was covered with a thick carpet, it was still the floor, hard and uncomfortable, making her muscles ache.
She propped herself up on the bed, her knees buckling, causing her to kneel on the floor, her knees hitting the ground painfully.
After several attempts, Isabella finally stood up, staggering towards the bathroom.
Last night, she had a bad dream, dreaming of Sebastian and Lynda making love on the bed she had slept in countless times.
The dream was so vivid that Isabella could clearly recall it.
Isabella placed her hands on the sink, bent over, and vomited continuously.
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