She Accepted Divorce He Panicked (Scarlett and Sebastian) novel Chapter 198

Sebastian’s POV

If Scar stopped loving me when she brought up divorce, she hates me now.

When she looks at me, there is not even hatred or anger in her eyes. There was nothing. She doesn’t see me, but just a stranger who she wishes the worst on. I can read those wishes. I don’t mind if she hates me. I don’t even mind if she tries to get revenge on me. I do deserve that.

But she won’t. She is not here anymore. When I’m not forcing her to talk, it’s like she is already beyond this world.

I should spend more time with her. I should have been there for her when Ava came, but I...

“Sebastian...I told you, you don’t have to come to the court,” Damian is surprised to see me, “When is the last time that you got some real sleep?”

Two or three days ago? I don’t have time, literally.

I have been dealing with the baby, Scar’s assulting charge, AND investigation of the robbery. I believe Scar, but her story is hard to prove. If it was Ava, then it IS my fault. I gave Ava the code once, for which reason I have already forgotten. Even if it’s not Ava in person, she is the source of the code.

I would squeeze in some naps between things, but that’s all I can afford right now. It's not like I can’t hire people to do all these, but I dare not to let myself stop. I feel like the moment I let go and rest, my whole world would fall to pieces.

“How can I not? It’s Scar’s trial...” I sigh, rubbing my temples as I stand up and follow him, but he stops.

“Sebastian, go home and sleep,” Damian grabs my shoulders, “You need to take care of the baby. You have to. You can’t let anything happen to him, I’m serious. It’s not just about him. Scar’s life depends on him, you know that.”

“Lilith is with him,” I nod, pushing him forward.

The only good thing after Scar’s accident is that Damian showed his card to me, and suffering together does bring people closer. Though I think it’s purely because he played his role in Scar losing hope in people. Not that I think what he did was right, but I do understand where he came from.

“Sebastian...” Damian wouldn’t move, his tone hesitating, “Maybe if you could tell Scar about the baby--”

“You know why I can’t,” I sigh. Bringing up the mess that’s my life cranks up the throbbing pain in my temples, “If the only worry is that Scar might be too fragile for any huge mood swing, I would have told her! I really would...”