With that, Sterling firmly took her hand and led her out of the room, not wasting another second.
In moments, they had completely disappeared from Xavier's sight.
Crack.
The instant they stepped out of the mansion and vanished through the front doors, Xavier crushed the heavy glass in his bare hand.
Water and shattered glass exploded across his skin. The fresh wounds ripped open instantly, bright red blood soaking rapidly through the white bandages in a gruesome, striking contrast.
"Mr. Hawthorne! Are you alright?"
Nadine rushed forward in a panic, her voice trembling.
He didn't say a single word. The suffocating, violent aura radiating off him forced her to step back. Terrified, she immediately signaled the rest of the staff to clean up the mess.
The maids didn't dare breathe too loudly. They scrambled to wipe down the table and sweep up the glass before practically fleeing the room.
For a long time, Xavier stood frozen in place, as rigid as a statue.
His phone suddenly broke the silence. It was Lawrence.
"You said you found her. What's the problem now?"
Lawrence's voice was crisp and cold, threaded with an undercurrent of exhaustion.
They were fraternal twins. While they didn't look entirely alike, they shared a bizarre psychological link.
Xavier's volatile, manic emotional spikes had been constantly bleeding over into Lawrence's mind, causing him to make repeated, frustrating errors in his lab work.
"I almost wish I hadn't found her."
Xavier pressed his bleeding hand flat against the table, watching the crimson stain spread across the white gauze. His entire demeanor was suffocatingly dark.
"Why? Did you lose interest?"
Lawrence asked casually, his tone incredibly dry.
Unlike Xavier, who burned through women like oxygen, Lawrence was entirely repulsed by them, both psychologically and physically.
It wasn't just a lack of interest. It was a literal allergy.
Even without physical contact, he possessed a severe germaphobia regarding women.
If he were forced into physical contact with one, his body reacted violently. He would instantly break out in hives, and in severe cases, experience chest pain and go into anaphylactic shock.
To Lawrence, his brother's obsessive infatuation with this ex-girlfriend was nothing more than an absolute bore.

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