“What? Aren’t you supposed to be happy now?” Said Sebastian, moving his lips away, wiping his mouth with tissue, and looking back at her eyes.
Actually, she wasn’t happy, for he forced to kiss her.
However, she couldn't tell him that she was unhappy, for she was a woman who would do anything for revenge, which he knew when they first met.
“I just don’t feel good today.”
Sebastian darted a look at her ankle, which became redder and more swollen than minutes ago.
“What happened to you?” said Sebastian. After pausing a few seconds, he said in a more contemptuous tone, “Someone almost committed suicide, which was worse than the pain you are suffering now.”
She was wronged, for she got nothing to do with Oskar, and Fiona still couldn't let go of her. She could not bear it anymore.
“Oskar doesn't love your sister at all. Can you not see?” said Emily, her heart racing, without proper thinking, “I won’t have pity on her, if she killed herself for a man who haven’t loved her back, regardless of her family. She just suffers from her own actions.”
Sebastian had taken it enough. At the moment, his face burst out of irony and anger.
He stood up, reaching his hand onto her snow-white neck, making her look at his eyes.
Emily stared at him, and his face was taut with outrage, teeth gritting, and eyes wide open.... It looked almost like the same as the night he pranked Dylan.
He completely didn’t treat her as his wife, or a normal woman.
“Sebastian... Clark... let... go of...”
Her neck was clutched, and she couldn’t breathe. She tried to get rid of his hand, but no matter how hard she was pulling, it still didn’t work.
Sebastian kept clutching her neck, regardless of what efforts she had made, and how she looked, even when her eyes rolled up, and her body started twitching, just like a person who was on the edge of death, made his own deathbed struggle.
“Mr. Clark… Miss Clark calls in.”
Emily was in a faint. The face of her father, and the figure of her mother emerged in her mind…
But when her mother was about to turn around, everything disappeared, and all she could see was darkness, for Sebastian stopped clutching her neck. And then, she took deep breathe as hard as she could, leaning against the door, and a weak crying voice sounded.
After Sebastian left, Fiona wanted to meet Oskar, but she had a car crash on the way, and now was in the hospital. “Brother, Oskar doesn’t love me anymore… even if you have promised to marry her, but he still doesn’t want to be with me anymore…” said Fiona weakly, crying, lying on a stretcher, as she was pushed into an operation room.
Before she ended her talking, a nursed called out, “lady… lady…you stay awake…”
“Fiona… Fiona… Fiona Clark, you talk to me…” said Sebastian, who was in anxiety, and kept calling the number back, but just couldn’t get through.
Hope hadn’t dropped Emily, directly turned the car around, and sped up to the hospital.
The car was driving really fast on the road in the city, lights passing through, reflecting Sebastian’s handsome face on the window.
They got very near to the hospital, but their car was stopped, for ahead there was a severe car accident, and the road was blocked.
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