She Accepted Divorce, He Panicked

Sebastian's POV

I didn't reply to Scar's message. She would never leave. She just manipulates with threats like this.

I might have spent too much time on Ava recently, and Scar is throwing a tantrum. She should understand that it's a life on the line, even if that life belongs to the sister she hates.

Not that I don't understand Scar. I do. Being the healthy one, she is jealous of all the extra attention Ava is getting. That's why she is the problem child. Always rebellious but proud, acting indifferent but begging for love. She is always looking for attention, with sour messages, tears, or a divorce.

I didn't think she would really give me a signed one. Think of the catastrophe if I dared to really go through with it.

Surely enough, Scar came back.

No longer with that half-empty suitcase either. I guess her show ends tonight.

After all, today we got the best result on Ava's blood platelet, almost reaching normal level. Today is the day Ava finally gets to live a normal life.

"For a moment there, I really thought she would leave," Ava says, holding her smoothie with two hands cupping it like a child. She has to be careful with everything, and that makes her the quiet lady she is, "...you win."

Ava saw Scar's message. She bet that Scar would leave, me the opposite.

If Scar could leave, then she wouldn't have used Ava's injury to blackmail me five years ago.

"...Sebastian..." Ava hesitates, and I turn to her, "Is it super horrible of me to...to wish that she would?"

"Scar hurt you five years ago, so no, you are not horrible to feel that way."

Scar knew how powerless Ava felt about her disease, and yet she still used that as leverage when Ava needed her the most.

She could have earned my gratitude if she saved her own sister without a condition, instead, she had to blackmail me, and make me hate her.

There is a reason why everyone hates her.

"Stay here tonight?" Ava glances at the sky getting dimmer, "You can't drive. You had a drink."

I look at my watch. Scar has been in there for almost twenty minutes now, I frown as I mumble at Ava's question, "Scar can drive..."

If she doesn't make it too hard on me and go home with me tamely.

She put in a lot of effort in this time's tantrum, all the way to divorce papers. I know I would have to pay for it, but getting everything about Ava's surgery sorted out is still worth it. Besides, Scar is not hard to coax.

"That watch...Is it from Scar?" Ava looks over and I hide my watch, but it's too late, "I guess the watch I got you is too old now, huh?"

It's not old. It's broken, by Scar. She is petty like that. Breaking things Ava gets me "by accident", and replaces them with hers. I don't like how she is marking me like a dog marking territory.

She doesn't like staying at the Fullers, nor does she have her suitcase with her. So what's taking her so long?! Thinking about the fight we are going to have tonight, I feel my patience drain fast.

"Scar buys me luxurys only when she's upset with me, using MY money," I joke with Ava, not wanting her to be hurt at her gift being treated so meanly, "you know how cats claw the sofa when they are upset? Like that." "A cat? She is so cute in your eyes," Ava laughs, "so what am I to you?"

A nightingale, I want to say. But this is the moment a loud crack breaks out above our head. Something glass broke. Along with a string of shouting too far to make out from where we are.

Jack Fuller's study.

Of course it's Scar. Who else.

Rubbing my nose bridge, I stand up and sort my suits, "Sorry about that, guess I have a mess to clean up..."

I shouldn't have let our domestic problem blow up at other's homes.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

To my surprise, when I got to Jack's study, I saw Scar sitting on the ground, her palm covering her face with broken china pieces all around her, and a few small cuts on her legs. Scar was not the one lashing out?

Looks like Jack slapped her. Falling to the ground, Scar knocked a vase off the cabinet with her.

I know Scar must have said some nasty things, but even so, Jack shouldn't have raised his hand at a woman, let alone his own daughter.

"What's going on here?" I demand by the door, blocked by the broken shards.

It's that moment Scar notices me, shock in her eyes before they turn into vicious anger. Her cried-red eyes take me aback. I have never seen that look on her face... Well, never one directed at me.