She Approved the Split He Fell Apart Novel

108 The Sound Of A Heart Breaking

Sebastian’s POV

“…what do you mean…?” Scar’s voice shakes with fear when I get close. She shoots me an indifferent glance like she doesn’t see me at all. Her eyes are red in tears, and her fists shaking.

What could Jack Fuller possibly say to her? She wasn’t this upset even when she gave me those files.

“You have always thought I faked your adoption file,” Jack Fuller says with a heavy sigh, “You were right. I didn’t adopt you from the orphanage. I found you in North Dakota, in your mother’s cold arms.”

“You are lying!” Scar hisses at Jack Fuller like a hurt little kitten. Her ears would fly backward if she had any. She shakes her head and tears fall down but she doesn’t even feel that. She turns to grab Adrian’s shirt with a wronged look, and I glare over at Adrian.

“Take her out of here,” I tell Adrian before I turn to Jack Fuller, “You don’t have to do it here, not like this.”

I don’t know about Scar’s past, but Jack’s opening doesn’t sound like a nice story.

Adrian complies, holding Scar by her shoulders, and enters the security line. Not too many are in front of them, but it’s not like they could fly

over.

“Jack,” I take a step sideways, blocking him when he tried to follow,” You are calling it a day, here.”

He glares at me, but he is not utter a thing.

His company is getting millions of loans from mine every year. Without my help, he is nothing. I knew he allowed both of his daughters to be close to me for it, and I didn’t care to help out Ava’s dad. But he doesn’t

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dare to cross me.

“Do you know what this means to Ava?” Jack Fuller manages to keep his tone calm, but cold with a sullen look is the best he can do.

“Ava is cured, and if Scarlett wants to go to another city, it’s within her rights,” I answer, hearing my voice as cold as his. I understood him exploiting Scar a bit before. His daughter was ill, and he wanted his other daughter to help out. Not the nicest action, but it was out of love. I counted on Scar for the same reason, but it’s no longer justified.

But things have changed. Ava is cured now, and she can wait in lines. like everyone else, if anything were to happen.

Jack Fuller observes me with his foxy eyes. After a moment, he sighs with a slow nod: “You care about your wife, I respect that. But you don’t know what you are sending her to. Her junkie father abandoned her mother, who died under a bridge with her in his arms. You let her go now, that’s what she will find out.”

He takes a step back, looking at me right in the eyes: “I’ll leave the decision to you. I won’t intervene again.”

I know I lost this round with the old fox the moment I open my eyes. wide by instinct.

In Jack’s eyes, I see his cold calculation. He wants ME to stop Scar. If he “intervenes“, he will break the cold, dark truth to her in the most humiliating, devastating way right here. If I do it, then I won’t tell her.

Not like this.

She will see me taking Jack’s side, and hate me for it. And she still has

to stay.

I can’t.

1 thought letting Scar go was the hardest thing I had to do. I was wrong.

This is.

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I turn around, and not sure if it’s by accident, or if Scar felt something, she looks back right at me, her watery eyes looking at me with timid caution and slight confusion. Like a stray kitten trying to trust a human trying to get close, scared but brave, trying to calculate yet innocent.

Like…the little Ava I saved that day.

For a moment I cruelly wish that she has heard me and Jack, so I don’t have to choose between losing my chance with her, or breaking her heart yet again.

Adrian looks over at me, he frowns dangerously. When I start walking over, he feels something and he pulls Scar behind him. Startled, Scar sticks her head out of Adrian’s shoulder. Her trust in him burns my eyes, and I can only keep them open as I feel the sourness turn them red as I finish my pilgrimage.

“Sebastian,” Adrian warns me with a dangerous tone.

“I’m sor

sorry, but you can’t have her,” I raise the files in my hand, my limbs numb as my heart as I force myself to say, “Scar, come home with me, or you don’t get these, ever.”

As the shock in Scar’s eyes turns into burning hatred, I feel my heart silently breaking into pieces in my chest.