She Accepted Divorce He Panicked (Scarlett and Sebastian) novel Chapter 200

Sebastian’s POV

I didn’t think Scar would agree to see me.

She shut down herself ever since the trial, wouldn’t talk to anyone. Johnny Vanderbilt, Damian…even Lilith. Prison became her protecting shell and she is hiding from the world.

But when I required to see her, she agreed to the visit.

I pulled myself out of all the mess, showered for the day as if going on my pilgrimage. I had to submit everything on my before a tight security check. The emptiness inside the prison walls lowered the temperature 4 to 5 degrees than outside. So did the dead flat faces of the guards.

I followed them going deeper and deeper into this hell, failing to imagine Scar’s feelings when she walked thought this knowing she wasn’t coming back out.

A chill ran down my spine when that thoughts hit me.

“20 minutes,” The guard warns coldly before she pulls open the heavy iron door. A loud beep bursts out as the red light on the top right corner of the door suddenly goes off at her movement.

Scar is already sitting behind the thick glass. She’s the only soul in the room.

I don’t know if she could hear me, but she didn’t make any indication of that sort even if she did.

Until I sit down in front of her.

She is not the mess I thought she would be.

She cut her long hair short all the way to her ears, attracting more attention to her collar bone. Pretty, but fragile. She lost a lot of blood giving birth to Alice, losing a ton of weight after that. The few days when she rejected food leaves her face pale, and the suffering of the past days left a dark shade under her eyes.

But she keeps herself clean, and in her eyes, I find something serene.

I pick up the phone and press it to my ear, dying to hear her voice even if it’s a string of cursing.

She watches me, expressionless.

“Scar?” I ask. I have so much to tell her. I have so much to say to her. I have made progress on Ava’s case; Lilith broke up with Damian Vanderbilt; or maybe, Alice’s condition. Anything, to stop her from burning in the hell that traps her.

The clock is ticking. Every click is a stab on my heart. “Scar!” I press my hand on the glass, trying to get her attention when she appears to not even see me. My throat clenches when the dreadful thoughts hit me: Maybe Scar agreed to see me just to make me sit through the silent 20 minutes as a punishment.

How’s that even a proper punishment?! “If you want revenge, take it! But please, don’t—”

Scar suddenly moves. She blinks, sees me before she reaches over the phone slowly and puts it to her ears. As if she just noticed me.