She Accepted Divorce, He Panicked

Sebastian's POV

Scott left alone.

Vanderbilt covers his face, ignoring me completely as he waits in desperation. So do Scar's two friends. I would have stayed anyway if that could help, but I know where I'm needed more--

I have to go and see Ava.

If a whole blood bank wasn't enough, then one man's donation would hardly be. I have always worried about Ava's condition, but we had Scar to count on whenever Ava needed blood, so I have never thought that the healthy, strong woman would one day lie in the emergency room, waiting for the rare blood to save her life.

And the only one who can help, is her sister who we just had a falling out with.

I knew it would be hard to get Ava to help, but I didn't know it would be this hard.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

"What are you even doing here?!" Jack Fuller guards the door, grunting at me. He has been barking at me for five minutes. He is not keeping his voice low, and we both know that Ava heard all of it in there.

He is showing me her attitude: she doesn't want to see me.

"Scarlett is your daughter, and she is severely wounded--"

"She is NOT my daughter!" Jack Fuller spats, glaring at me viciously with his face red, "Did you two made that clear to us?! She is not a Fuller, and she doesn't see herself as one!"

"She has saved Ava's life for so many times--"

"And I have been paying for her life!" Jack Fuller snorts, cutting me off, "She has made it pretty clear that she doesn't fucking care about Ava's life. Do you even hear how ridiculous you are, coming here to demand Ava to care about hers?"

I look at the guy who I have known as a loving father for years, realizing how stupid I have been.

Scarlett cared about her family.

I saw how much she loved Anna, and how much that hurt her. I saw how she wanted Jack's approval, and how much he had hurt her. I saw how Scar saw Ava as her responsibility no matter how reluctant she was, all the way until she suddenly asked me to marry her. She was deeply hurt by these people, and she wanted to stay away. Even so, she tried to stay away instead of getting revenge. Because Scar knew the Vanderbilts were her real family, and if she even wanted to inflict any pain on the Fullers, she wouldn't have kept away from Damian Vanderbilt.

I have never seen the Fullers more clearly than right now, and I see how I have been helping a bunch of bloodsuckers to bully my own wife, who is possibly the only one in this shitty family that ever truly cared about me.

I AM ridiculous. How ridiculously stupid have I been that I thought I was protecting an angel when I was hurting the real one?!!!

I thought Scar was the one cutting her blood-sucking family off when she saw what I failed to see: they never cared about her. Not only that. They have no morals, let alone love.

I used to judge Scar for being relunctant on helping Ava, but now seeing the Fuller's heartless shame I finally know.

They don't deserve Scar.

"How much does it take for you to help," I put on the business mode. Jack Fuller jumps at profits. Any profit. He is crafty, but he is weak and poor and pathetic.

He smirks at my cold voice, taunting: "What? Off with your righteous knight act? I--"

"Your fucking company is alive today only because of my help, so cut the bullshit," I cut him off coldly, "Do you want to take the bait, or do you want to try and see how fast I can ruin you?" Jack Fuller cocks an eyebrow as if surprised. But there is no fear in his eyes.

"What?" I snort, shaking my head at my own stupidity. This fox never dared to crass me before, so what gave him courage now? "You dare to sme because of Damian

cross

Vanderbilt? FYI, he already knows that Scar is his biological sister."

"Of course he does," the fox still smiles, but the smile is now empty. Pretending to think for a second, he says as he hasn't been waiting for this moment: "What I want to know is, how much are you willing to pay? Even if...half of your empire?"

Greed is spouting out of his eyes.

"Seems like you pay the Knight's financial report its due attention," I snort coldly.

Z-House. It makes up just about half.

"If you want to waste time negotiating with me--"

"I'll sign over Z-House as soon as Ava get Scar the blood," I step away, hinting at him with a nod, "...as much blood as she needs."

"No need to bother Ava," Jack Fox Fuller gives me a greasy grin, "I have got a bank of Scarlett's blood."

I grab his collar, almost landing my

fist on his fucking face, but at this moment the door opens, and Ava comes out. Her face is pale at the loss of blood. From the cut on her wrist probably. Her eyes nail on me with tears glimmering in them.

"Ava!" Jack Fuller warns, "I told you not to come out!"

I shake my head, looking at the girl I took as my angel all my life, having a faint idea when I lost her. "Ava, I don't need your help--"

"You want our help, you need to agree to my condition, too!" Ava blurts before I can finish.

I stand there, suddenly having such an urge to laugh.

To laugh at my own stupidity. To laugh at how blind I have been. Angel? She is just a lying, greedy, selfish snake who faked feelings for me. Jack Fuller smirks, proudly.

"What's your condition?" I ask her, saying goodbye to the death of my memory of the day I treasured for ten years, hearing only ice in my own voice. "Divorce her, and marry me."