She Accepted Divorce, He Panicked by Nyx Rai

192 Scott's Fist

Sebastian's POV

Scarlett was hurt.

The security system company found her after the alarm was triggered. But there was no sign of intrusion -- even the alarm was triggered because a lamp was thrown through the window, from inside. Apparently, Scar cut her wrist and fell off the stairs.

She was taken to the hospital when Miller got there, the same hospital Ava was in no less. All he saw was the pool of blood by the stairs. I couldn't bear hearing his report over the phone, but I dared not to miss anything either.

The walk from Ava's ward to the emergency building was the longest hell I had to go through, and I would rather die a thousand times just to turn back time.

"Where is she?!" I demand Miller the moment I get there, only to notice that he isn't the only one waiting by the emergency room.

Lilith Grey, Aurora Dawson. All made it before I did. Even...

Damian Vanderbilt.

The girls hus together, trying to comfort each other. The man sits there on the bench with a sullen look, spouting out a dark aura. He stands up and charges at me the moment he sees me.

"Where were you?!" He growls, his bloodshot eyes trembling at burning fury. If he was angry this afternoon for Ava, he is now beyond ration, like some mad animal, "Where were you in the middle of the night?! Leaving your wife alone at home, bleeding on the floor?! Did you know that she crawled several meters with a broken leg to call for help, and she had to call Lilith, her friend who lives miles away, to save her life?!!!"

my eyes at Lilith, and she looks away,

"How is s--"

The pain gives me relief I do not deserve, and it barely begins

she went in! and I was the one who got her a blood bank for her rare blood type! Where ever you chose

for Ava no matter for what reason. I should have been the one dying in the emergency room, instead of my pregnant wife. I thought it would be the one last time. I thought we were starting over. I thought things were finally right when Scarlett told me about

my child's existence for a few hours,

power draining from my body as I fall to the ground. I can't find the will to go on from here,

still have my

Scott charges in with his loud question reaching us before he could. No one answers. He glances down at me before he passes me, grabbing Vanderbilt and shaking him: "Answer me!

that her

his eyes shut to contain the pain in his voice, "She has lost

drains my

and shakes me, "How could you let it

cold eyes land on me as if looking at

I wish I were.

Scott raises

pain to

and everyone turns to