She Accepted Divorce, He Panicked

080 A Man In Love

Scarlett's POV

I can't.

Even if I had to give the ambulance to Ava, I wouldn't go with her.

I can't let them know about the baby, not after this. Not when he would choose Ava's life over mine. Not when I'm still under the paw of Jack Fuller. God knows what horrible plan he would have for my baby who would be highly likely to share my rare blood type.

They can never know the baby's existence.

"I have called the ambulance already, Jack," Sebastian turns to Jack Fuller, "And Ava's wound has stopped bleeding. She is not in danger."

"So?! Ava's injured! She has to go to the hospital anyway!" Jack Fuller grunts in frustration, "Am I asking too much from her now, just to fucking share an ambulance?! It's the least to do for anyone who has any decency!"

Somehow I come off as the bad guys. Always. In their eyes.

"I think the basic decency is to at least say 'please' when you are asking for a favor," I stand up coldly, looking Jack Fuller right in the eyes, "instead of acting as if the whole world owes you

Mr. Fuller."

"What did you just fucking call me?!" He turns to me with a shocked face.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Seriously? After our bad fallout, my addressing is the most shocking to him? I guess the truth that he raised me as a slave was too normal for him to notice how bad it

was.

"Jack!" Sebastian turns around, standing in front of me against Jack Fuller, his voice steady but dominant, "Please, go attend to Ava. I need to talk to my wife, ALONE."

Still dreaming of having Sebastian as his legit son-in-law, Jack Fuller doesn't argue, but just leaves with an urging: "Do it fast."

Sebastian turns to me, and Adrian folds his arms between us, apparently not planning on leaving.

"Adrian, can I have a moment with Scarlett?" Sebastian says to Adrian, apparently trying his best to hold his temper.

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"And let you take her blood for free, as if she owes you?" Adrian snorts, his tone icy cold. That's why I never expected him to be "best friends" with Sebastian. It just doesn't look like so.

"She told you?" Sebastian cocks his eyebrow, more shocked than upset.

"Was she supposed to hide your horrifying doing?" Adrain ignores his question.

I didn't tell Adrian. How did he even know?

"Scar, please," Sebastian looks at me, ignoring Adrian. Sometimes I feel like he does feel guilty about using me as Ava's blood vessel, in front of other people at least. Just not in front of me. I have no energy to deal with him, and I certainly have no interest in saving Ava this time, even if she wasn't cured.

But I should make things clear with him, once and for all.

"Hmmm..." I hesitate, realizing I don't even know what to call Adrian, "Can I have a minute, please?"

Adrian looks at me with plaintive eyes.

"He might not hurt you, but he didn't choose you," Adrian furrows his eyebrows. deeply, pain written in his eyes, "please...you don't owe him anything anymore..."

"I know," I nod quickly, appreciating his care and worry, "I won't go with him, and I'm not giving them MY ambulance. I want to go to the hospital for a check-up later. I just need a minute to clear things with him."

If I didn't know better, I'd say that the man in front of me is deeply in love with me, because his sorrowful puppy dog eyes light up with visible speed at my words.

"I'll go check with Jeremy. Call me if..." He glances at Sebastian with clear hostility, "...if anything happens."

I only murmured thanks after he was too far away to hear me.

I didn't turn my eyes back at Sebastian until he cleared his throat. To be honest? I'd

rather stare at Adrian from afar for a whole day, versus talking to HIM.

I'm angry at his choice, at his demand of my help, at this whole thing. And I don't like myself lashing out at people, even if I wasn't the one at fault.

Why can't these people see how horrible they are until pointed out by others in an ugly way? Why can't we just take our separate ways in a silent but less awkward

style?

"Scar, how are you feeling?" Sebastian walks up a step, using a gentle tone that I have never heard before. A tone that says that he cares. He doesn't.

"Splendid. Haven't been better since your princess lured me to a death trap," I turn to reach for the folder the police gave me, pulling out the divorce papers that the jerk. didn't sign, "I don't even want to know why you gave me an empty one. Just sign it here, please." 031 & Gamble On ĺ