Chapter 517
She felt like she was about to go crazy. She thought, “Tomorrow morning is my only chance to get away from him, and now he’s saying I can’t leave him for a second? Seriously?”
Lorenzo’s gaze grew even darker. “Why should I trust you?” he asked. “Do we even have a trusting relationship?”
Ella knew there was no trust between them. Realistically, she and Lorenzo didn’t even have a proper relationship, so asking him to trust her was a big ask. But the thought of not leaving his side was too much for her. She just couldn’t handle it.
“Please believe me. I swear I didn’t mean it this time. You have to trust me,” Ella pleaded, bending down as she begged.
It was clear she was desperate to get away from him. Lorenzo responded flatly, “We will figure out if you did it on purpose.” He insisted on getting to the bottom of the matter.
Ella felt her head start to spin. She didn’t expect him to be so persistent. “How long is this going to take?” she asked.
Under Lorenzo’s firm tone, Ella collapsed, and all her energy seemed to drain away. Lorenzo said, “Hard to say.”
Ella was already mentally frustrated, and hearing “hard to say” made her feel like everything was crashing down around her. She originally didn’t want to spend another minute with him. Now, he said he was uncertain when this would be over. Ella was so angry that she almost cried right there.
“How efficient are your people?” She had no choice but to put her hopes in his people. She just wanted them to hurry, clear her name, and let her leave.
But again, she heard him say, “That’s also… hard to say.”
Ella thought, ‘Hard to say? Then just stop talking! If this keeps going, I might really go crazy.’
Lorenzo glanced at his watch and said, “Go make some food.” Ella stared at him, shocked. However, as if he’d just thought of something, Lorenzo added, “Never mind. I’ll have someone else take care of it.”
He could tell that Ella’s cooking skills were a bit hit or miss. She’d made some decent meals before, but now, he didn’t trust her to cook. She might burn everything.
Ella had no idea how she got out of Lorenzo’s room. Then she stormed off to her own room and tried calling Stephanie. But the call wouldn’t go through. Stephanie was on a plane. Even with the special arrangements, the signal wasn’t always stable.
Meanwhile, on the plane, Sebastian reassured Stephanie, and she quickly fell back to sleep. He made sure to tuck her in carefully.
As Sebastian stepped out of the lounge, he spotted Macro sipping red wine. When Macro saw him, he immediately turned away, still looking annoyed. Sebastian took a seat on the couch across from him.
Macro grunted. “Is Stefi still asleep?”
Sebastian didn’t answer. Instead, he poured himself a glass of wine. Macro pouted, clearly unhappy.
Thinking about Stephanie’s situation, Macro had never really considered it before. After all, Sebastian had always treated her well. ‘She gets pregnant before getting married? Well, as he said, who would dare say anything bad about her?’ Macro thought.
Sebastian took a sip of his wine. “So, who exactly made you the expert ‘doctor’ around here?”
“What’s that supposed to mean? Are you questioning my medical skills?” Macro asked.
Sebastian just hummed in response. “Not questioning. You just aren’t as good as you think.”
Macro’s breath caught, and he was clearly annoyed. “Come on. I’m not an OB-GYN. Shouldn’t that be her best friend’s job?” Macro snapped.
Sebastian took another sip. “The human body’s simple. You don’t even get the basics of anatomy, and you think you’re some kind of genius?”
Macro’s face twisted. “Hey, you didn’t have to put it like that.”
‘What does he mean I don’t know anatomy? It’s impossible to reason with someone like him,’ he thought, frustrated. ‘I see what he’s doing. He’s trying to send me to Moalee Desert, pretending it’s because they need me there.’