The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 213

"Huh?" Lance blanked for a second, thinking he'd misheard. "Not going to the hospital?"

"Back to the office," Sebastian repeated, his voice devoid of emotion.

"Understood," Lance quickly replied, secretly breathing a sigh of relief.

The light turned green, and the car accelerated.

Sebastian leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes.

But his mind uncontrollably replayed the scene from the garage—Evelyn's cold, detached eyes, the flat tone she used when she said they didn't even qualify as friends with benefits, and the way she looked at him like a patient when he handed her the pocket square.

Emotional Threshold Reset Syndrome?

Sebastian's lips twitched.

Why was he acting like this?

Why had he suddenly said those things? Done those things?

His memory drifted back three days ago, to his family estate in Northern California.

It had been a rainy night, the autumn drizzle tapping endlessly against the dark shingles of the old mansion.

By the time Sebastian finished dealing with his family's messy affairs and emerged from the study, it was already ten o'clock. The estate was quiet, with only a few warm sconces illuminating the hallways and stretching his shadow long against the floor. He had planned to go straight to his room, but as he passed the living room, he saw his grandfather still sitting on the sofa watching TV.

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