Chapter 202

Every time Sebastian came home, Melanie always found a way to drag him away. Now, it was almost the same as before. Vivienne's cool, distant expression only deepened the shadow in Sebastian's gaze. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but his phone rang again. It was sharp and merciless, like a death knell. He glanced at the screen, then gave Vivienne a long, unreadable look before turning and leaving. … In the hospital room, Melanie was a complete mess. Her clothes and face were smeared with eggshells, vegetable leaves, and all kinds of colorful, unidentifiable liquids. The wound on her forehead had been treated and clotted, but it still looked disturbingly gruesome. When Sebastian pushed the door open and stepped inside, Melanie was sobbing into her hands. Mia was by her side, murmuring words of comfort—though clearly to no effect. The moment Mia spotted Sebastian, her eyes lit up. She immediately stoked the flames, tattling with righteous fury, "Sebastian, those people