Chapter 76 These Two Men, Cruel and Heartless
Isabella laughed self-mockingly, "I know, many people are hiding things from me, not willing to reveal a single word. But actually, I have guessed some things."
"How did you guess? Did that woman approach you?"
See, Brittany's casual remark confirmed Isabella's earlier suspicions.
Sebastian and Grace didn't lie to her; there really was that woman, and even Brittany knew about it so clearly.
It seems like everyone around Sebastian knows about this woman.
"No," Isabella shook her head, "There's no need for her to approach me."
The favored ones have always been confident and fearless; as a woman who is deeply loved and protected by Sebastian, why would she come to someone like Isabella, a useless puppet Mrs. Lawrence?
That is all she is for now, merely occupying the position of Mrs. Lawrence temporarily.
"Isabella, marriage is a serious matter. It will affect your whole life," Brittany said, "You shouldn't be so reckless."
"Everyone has their unspoken difficulties. Just like how you still love Joshua, but you won't go back to him. Brittany, I have my reasons too."
At this moment, words seemed so weak and powerless.
Brittany embraced her, "Isabella... you silly girl. No, no, we are all silly. I'm even sillier than you! More foolish!"
Isabella raised her hand and patted her back, "Brittany, don't cry. If you... I, I would feel like crying too."
There was a sob in Brittany's voice, "Others only know that Mr. Lawrence from New York and Mr. Sinclair are famous eligible bachelors, they can have whatever they want, even their looks surpass ordinary people. But those people don't know... they have no idea..."
"These two men, how cruel and heartless they actually are, devoid of any kindness or loyalty! Being loved by them is a sin, and loving them is also a sin."
"But Isabella, you're better than me. You still have a chance to withdraw, it's still early."
As she spoke, Brittany wiped her tears, looking straight into her eyes, "Never fall in love with Sebastian, never, do you understand?"
Not falling in love means no pain, no harm.
To get what one wants from their hands and gracefully turn away is the wisest choice.
Never expect too much!
Never think that you will be that special woman in his heart!
That is the most foolish idea!
Isabella nodded, "...alright, I will do my best."
"Not just your best, but you must," Brittany looked somewhat panicked, "Could it be... Isabella, have you already fallen in love with Sebastian?"
Isabella opened her mouth, but didn't know how to answer.
Have I fallen in love?
Perhaps I have, perhaps I haven't.
Let her leave; she can do it. To make her reluctant, she also has her attachments.
Fortunately, from the very beginning, Isabella was well aware that Sebastian would never be her destined lover, let alone her ultimate destination.
"Only if Sebastian loves you, you'll have an escape and redemption," Brittany said word by word, "As long as you love him, it's over, all over."
"Brittany," Isabella gently asked, "What about Joshua? He loves you."
"The love he gives and the love I desire are not the same."
Isabella didn't say anything anymore; she just hugged Brittany again.
Inside the car, the two girls embraced each other for warmth.
Willowbrook Estate.
Sebastian sat in the study, watching the clock on the wall spin continuously.
It's past eight o'clock... Isabella should be back by now.
He found himself eagerly anticipating a woman to come home, to be by his side.
It was quite surreal. Only when he was immersed in the gardens, it turned into him waiting for a woman to return from a dinner party.
Sebastian closed his mailbox, leaned back on the chair, and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
The sound of a ringing phone reverberated in the quiet study, and the screen flashed with the striking name "Lynda."
His expression changed slightly. He picked up the phone and said, "Hello."
"What are you doing right now?" The soft and warm female voice came from the other end, "Are you working overtime in the study? Take care of yourself and don't overexert."
"Yeah, I know."
"I'm not by your side, but I hope you take good care of yourself."
Sebastian lowered his eyes, with an expression neither sad nor happy, "I hope you can take good care of yourself too."
"I'm doing fine," she said, "And, if all goes well, I'll be back in New York very soon."
"...Really?"
"Yes, I asked the doctor and got a positive reply. Sebastian, I can come back, be by your side, right?"
Sebastian's Adam's apple rolled, and he replied, "Of course."
"It was my fault, picking a fight with you. You won't blame me or be mad at me, will you?"
"Take good care of your health."
"I will because I really want to see you soon."
Sebastian paused and said, "I will contact the doctor and once the time is confirmed, I'll come pick you up. Just wait for me."
"It's great that you're coming to pick me up, but I'm overseas. Won't it be too tiring for you flying back and forth like this? You’re busy with your work, and a round trip will take a long time."
"It's okay."
"Well..." the warm voice turned cautious again, "Your wife...won't be happy, right?"
Sebastian answered, "I'll handle it."
"She must feel so wronged... Sebastian, you must compensate her well."
"Yeah."
As the words fell, the sound of a car outside could be heard.
Isabella had returned.
But Sebastian did not hang up the phone. He held the phone up and maintained the conversation in silence, even in the midst of silence.
“I’m going to take my medicine. Sebastian, remember to think of me.”
"...Alright."
She hung up first, and then Sebastian put down his phone.
He stood up and walked hastily to the window, looking down.
Isabella was bent over, bidding farewell to Brittany in the driver’s seat.
They were a bit far apart, and with the darkness of the night, Sebastian could only see her lowered hair and occasionally glimpses of her profile, displaying a clear smile.
"Goodbye. Drive safely and let me know when you arrive."
Only after watching Brittany's car drive out of Willowbrook Estate did Isabella withdraw her gaze.
She seemed to be in a good mood, with a smile always on her face. However, Sebastian could clearly see the hidden melancholy and unhappiness beneath her mask.
He turned around, took out a cigarette, lit it, and slowly took drags, exhaling smoke into the air.
When Isabella stepped into the living room, she glanced at the time: 8:42.
It should be fine. Sebastian wouldn't be so exacting as to calculate the minutes.
He could show his displeasure, torment her, but what about her own unhappiness?
But then again, she seemed to have no right to be unhappy.
Get married, have a son, and all problems would be solved effortlessly. A life of wealth and fortune, what more could she want?
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