The next day.
Pierce brought Serena to the St. John Manor to pay their respects to Eleanor, only to find out she was hospitalized. Wasting no time, he dragged Serena straight to the hospital.
When Pierce pushed open the door to the VIP suite, he saw Sebastian sitting on the sofa, casually flipping through a document. The man's expression was composed and indifferent, his long legs crossed with effortless authority. His heavy overcoat was draped over the armrest, and he wore a bespoke, razor-sharp suit. He radiated the suffocating, absolute dominance of a man at the absolute peak of power.
And this was the man who had stolen his wife.
Pierce's fingers curled into tight fists before he forced them open.
He plastered on a polite smile. "Sebastian."
Serena was practically drooling as she stared at the man. "Sebastian," she cooed softly.
Sebastian glanced up at the siblings and offered a curt, completely unbothered nod.
"We heard Eleanor fell ill. We came to check on her," Pierce explained.
Sebastian simply tilted his chin toward the inner bedroom. "Go ahead."
Pierce started toward the room. After two steps, he realized Serena was still glued to the floor, staring at Sebastian like an idiot. He let out a sharp, warning cough.
Serena snapped out of her trance, her face burning red, and quickly hurried after her brother.
The two of them entered the bedroom, offered their polite, manufactured sympathies to Eleanor, and left shortly after without overstaying their welcome.
The second they were out of the suite, Serena practically grabbed Pierce's arm. "Pierce! You promised you'd get me a job at his company and get me a room in the Manor! Why didn't you say a single word about it in there?"
Inside the suite, Sebastian felt his phone buzz. He pulled it out, read the message, and briefly glanced toward the empty doorway before typing back: [Wait for me in the stairwell. I have something for you.]
He shoved the phone into his pocket and looked at Eleanor, who was currently being aggressively supported by Victoria. "Eleanor, head back to the Manor first. I need a quick word with your attending physician."
Victoria snapped, "I already went over her diet and recovery protocols with the doctor."
Sebastian fixed Victoria with a stare so cold it could freeze the sun. "You are you. I am me."
Victoria's face instantly went rigid. Being publicly humiliated by him in front of the entire family sparked a vicious, humiliating rage in her eyes.
Sitting in his wheelchair, Barnaby scowled at Sebastian. "Are you saying you don't trust Victoria?"
The atmosphere in the room instantly snapped taut. The previously lively room plunged into dead silence.

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