She Approved the Split He Fell Apart

Chapter 7

007 Out Under The Sun

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.”

saw Scar’s message. She bet that Scar would leave, me

leave, then she wouldn’t have used Ava’s

her, “Is it super horrible of me to…to wish that

no, you

her disease, and yet she

my gratitude if she saved her own sister without a condition, instead, she had to blackmail me, and

is a reason why

getting dimmer, “You can’t

in there for almost twenty minutes now, I frown as I mumble at Ava’s question, “Scar can

on

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

is not

Ava looks over and I hide my watch, but it’s too late, “I

broken, by Scar. She is petty like that. Breaking things Ava gets me “by accident”, and replaces them with hers. I don’t like

her. So what’s taking her so

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

cat? She is so cute in your eyes,” Ava laughs, “so what am

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

Jack Fuller’s study.

course it’s