Chapter 225 Split in Half
The knocking on the door continued.
Isabella, pressed against the door by Seb, felt her strength ebbing away. Her mind screamed to push him off, but her limbs refused to cooperate.
Seb's hand had somehow slipped under her clothes, his fingertips lightly brushing Isabella's skin, making her shiver uncontrollably.
Isabella felt herself melting into him, her body more sensitive than it had been before giving birth. She could only rely on Seb for support.
Just when Isabella thought Seb wouldn't let her go, the weight pressing on her suddenly disappeared.
Isabella opened her eyes in surprise, thinking it was over.
But as soon as she saw Seb's face clearly, he kissed her again.
This time, it was even more intense than before.
Isabella struggled to keep up, her breaths coming in broken gasps.
The knocking on the door outside had stopped at some point.
Leo stood quietly at the door, his hand still raised in mid-air, maintaining the knocking posture. When he heard the sounds coming from behind the door, his hand froze in mid-air, unable to drop.
Charles's voice came from behind. "Leo, why are you standing here?"
Leo paused, naturally retracting his hand. "I was going to check on Seb."
Charles raised an eyebrow, glancing at the closed door. "Want to go in together?"
"Better not." Leo shook his head."I don't want to get beaten up."
"Go find Isabella. I'm afraid she'll get bored being alone." Charles said.
"Okay." Leo nodded and turned to leave.
Once Leo was out of sight, Charles walked over and turned the doorknob.
Surprisingly, the door wasn't locked and opened easily.
Charles walked in, Seb was lying on the bed, and Jack was standing by the bed, watching Marvin examine Seb's leg injury.
"Mr. Landon," Jack turned his head and greeted.
Charles glanced around the room, his gaze pausing for a few seconds on the floor-to-ceiling curtains by the balcony, then casually moved away, asking Jack, "How is it?"
Marvin stood up and replied, "Luckily, no bones are broken. But Mr. Landon's injury is still serious. He needs to be taken care of carefully. No walking for at least half a month to avoid aggravating the injury."
Charles nodded. "Emily will take good care of him."
Surface wounds were easy to handle. Marvin quickly bandaged Seb's wound, and Jack helped Seb sit up.
Charles said, "You guys go out first."
Marvin and Jack didn't respond but looked at Seb in unison.
After all, Seb was their boss, and they only listened to him!
When Seb nodded, Marvin and Jack left the room.
The door closed, leaving only Charles and Seb in the room.
Isabella hid behind the curtains, feeling like a thief.
She had never felt so thrilled in her life!
Feeling Charles approaching, Isabella held her breath nervously, her fingers tightly gripping the curtains.
Just as Charles was about to take another step forward, Seb spoke calmly, "Where's my mom's photo?"
Charles halted in his tracks.
"You used to stand by my mother's bedside, promising her that you would honor her in our home before she took her final breath. But you broke that promise, Charles Landon!"
"Is that how you address me?" Charles turned around, looking coldly at Seb. There was no fatherly love in his eyes, only coldness and disdain. "The thing I regret most in my life is giving you life, having you as my son!"
"My mom gave birth to me, not you!" Seb roared.
Seb suddenly stood up, raising a fist to punch Charles.
But Seb was blind and limited in movement. Although he swung his fist with all his might, Charles easily dodged it.
Failing to hit Charles, Seb stumbled a few steps, almost losing his balance.
Seb tried to get up, but Charles stepped directly on his hand.
The hard leather shoe pressed heavily on Seb's hand, crushing not only his hand but also his dignity.
Charles stood tall and imposing, looking down at Seb with a superior sneer. "Seb, you bear the Landon name, a name I gave you. Your life, your everything is thanks to me. In this world, sons listen to their fathers."
Seb knelt on one knee, letting out a series of cold laughs. "Listen to you?"
At first, he just chuckled.
Then, Seb's laughter grew louder.
The entire room was filled with his laughter.
"Stop laughing!" Charles finally snapped, his voice cold.
"Hahaha," Seb seemed not to hear his scolding, laughing even harder.
Charles's teeth clenched, his anger boiling over. He pressed down harder on Seb's hand, as if trying to crush not just his hand but his very essence. The more Seb laughed, the harder Charles pressed.
But even so, it couldn't quell the resentment in Charles' heart.
As he looked at Seb, his mind was flooded with another face. Unlike Seb's harsh features, the face in his memory was gentle and beautiful, especially the eyes—soft and full of affection, capable of drawing someone in with just one look.
From behind the curtains, Isabella watched with a pained expression, her teeth clenched tightly.
She didn't expect Charles to be so cruel to his own son, Seb!
Charles suddenly withdrew his foot.
Isabella breathed a sigh of relief, only to see Charles return and throw something on the ground.
With a clatter, the object hit the ground.
The thing touched Seb's hand. Although he couldn't see, he seemed to sense it and instantly stopped laughing.
Seb reached out and held the object in his arms, his fingers stroking it, his expression gradually tightening.
Isabella saw clearly that it was a photo frame.
She couldn't see what was written on it, but from Seb's reaction, she could guess that it was likely a photo frame of his mother, Anna Scott!
"Keep laughing?" Charles sneered, a malicious satisfaction in his voice. "Why the sudden silence? Can't you laugh now?"
Seb held the frame close to his chest, as if clutching a living being.
With a crack, the photo frame broke in half.
Seb froze!
Charles was momentarily stunned.
Without warning, Seb sprang to his feet and swung a punch at Charles.
This time, Charles didn't dodge and took the hit squarely.
He staggered a few steps, barely standing, half of his face numb.
Before Charles could react, Seb charged at him again, hitting him with the photo frame, shouting, "Get out! Get out!"
