She Accepted Divorce, He Panicked

Sebastian's POV

Scarlett was hurt.

The security system company found her after the alarm was triggered. But there was no sign of intrusion -- even the alarm was triggered because a lamp was thrown through the window, from inside. Apparently, Scar cut her wrist and fell off the stairs.

She was taken to the hospital when Miller got there, the same hospital Ava was in no less. All he saw was the pool of blood by the stairs. I couldn't bear hearing his report over the phone, but I dared not to miss anything either.

The walk from Ava's ward to the emergency building was the longest hell I had to go through, and I would rather die a thousand times just to turn back time.

"Where is she?!" I demand Miller the moment I get there, only to notice that he isn't the only one waiting by the emergency room.

Lilith Grey, Aurora Dawson. All made it before I did. Even...

Damian Vanderbilt.

The girls hus together, trying to comfort each other. The man sits there on the bench with a sullen look, spouting out a dark aura. He stands up and charges at me the moment he sees me.

"Where were you?!" He growls, his bloodshot eyes trembling at burning fury. If he was angry this afternoon for Ava, he is now beyond ration, like some mad animal, "Where were you in the middle of the night?! Leaving your wife alone at home, bleeding on the floor?! Did you know that she crawled several meters with a broken leg to call for help, and she had to call Lilith, her friend who lives miles away, to save her life?!!!"

I dart my eyes at Lilith, and she looks away, would not meet my eyes.

"How is s--"

Before I can finish a sentence, his fist lands on my face, again. I deserve it. The pain gives me relief I do not deserve, and it barely begins to match the tremendous guilt that's eating me away.

"She's not fine, thanks to you!" Vanderbilt grunts, his fist shaking at anger, "The company found her! Lilith accompanied her when she went in! and I was the one who got her a blood bank for her rare blood type! Where ever you chose over the side of your wife-to-be, be there! Because you are not needed here!"

I shouldn't have left her. I shouldn't have gone for Ava no matter for what reason. I should have been the one dying in the emergency room, instead of my pregnant wife. I thought it would be the one last time. I thought we were starting over. I thought things were finally right when Scarlett told me about the baby.

I only knew of my child's existence for a few hours, and now I lost him.

I feel every ounce of power draining from my body as I fall to the ground. I can't find the will to go on from here, but this is the one moment where I can't be weak. Scarlett needs me.

I still have my sins to pay for.

"How is she?!" Panting, Oliver Scott charges in with his loud question reaching us before he could. No one answers. He glances down at me before he passes me, grabbing Vanderbilt and shaking him: "Answer me! What did the doctors say?!"All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Not much Just that her condition is

critical..." Vanderbilt mumbles, closing his eyes shut to contain the pain in his voice, "She has lost too much blood. And the brokendeg, and the concussion and--"

Every word drains my blood.

"What the hell happened?!" Scott turns to me, pulling my collar, and shakes me, "How could you let it happen?! What the hell were you doing?!"

"He wasn't even home," Vanderbilt says with a numb voice. His cold eyes land on me as if looking at a dead man.

I wish I were.

"What the hell--" Scott raises his fist.

As much as I wanted the pain to numb my guilt, it didn't land--

The nurse comes out and everyone turns to look.

"We need more blood!" She walks up to Vanderbilt, apparently hoping he could pull out another blood bank out of his sleeve, "Are you the father? The baby is suffocating and we have to take it out--" "What did you just say?!" Vanderbilt holds his breath in shock, staring at her as if he can't trust his ears, "What baby?!"

Before the nurse could even answer, he wheels on me with utter disbelief: "She was pregnant?!"

Scar had the body of a modal, two lines on her stim waist. Result of yoga every morning for years. None of us even suspected that she had been pregnant for months, even though she had started changing her style to looser clothes.

"That's not important right now!" Scott glares at me as if he wants to eat me alive, but his reason wins still: "She needs blood and we have it! Let's go!" He pulls Vanderbilt, but Vanderbilt won't move.

"Damian, Michael, Vanderbilt!" Scott squeezes Vanderbilt's name out one after another as fire lights up in his eyes, "If you refuse this because of some stupid prejudice against her, I'll-fucking--"

"I can't..." Vanderbilt finally looks up at him, grey desperation in his eyes, "I...I'm her biological brother..."

Scott glares at him with his eyes open round, so shocked that he almost whispered, out of disbelif: "You...you knew?"

"I couldn't--"

Bang! Scott's fist finally lands. On Damian Vanderbilt's face.