Cleaner said coldly, “Millary, I’ve been too nice to you. First, you spread disgusting rumors about me online, slandering me in front of the guests by saying I’m pregnant. And now? You even tried to kill me with a vase. Do you even realize that’s attempted murder? Do you need me to explain what kind of crime that is? You’re looking at at least ten years.” She was furious and intimidating.
Mallory was terrified. She sobbed and tried to defend herself. “I didn’t mean to! I was just standing by the window, looking at the view. The vase fell by accident.”
“I don’t care if it was intentional or not. Sebastian got hurt because of your vase! Apologize! Admit your mistake and compensate for it!” Eleanor snapped coldly. Despising bullies and believing they deserved to rot in hell, she was now gripping Mallory by the collar. “Otherwise, I’ll make sure you relive the nightmare of your middle school days right now!”
Mallory sobbed loudly, too afraid to say anything else. “I’m so, so sorry.”
Eleanor shoved her toward Sebastian. “Look him in the eye and apologize.”
Mallory nearly dropped to her knees. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
Sebastian didn’t even spare her a glance. His gaze was fixed on Eleanor. “You went to her house to bring her here?”
Eleanor was unfazed. “They did, but I had to bring her here to apologize. Your shoulder is red, swollen, and bruised. If I don’t make her pay for it, I won’t be able to let this go.” She turned to Mallory, smirking coldly. “How dare you hurt my husband?”
Sebastian’s expression softened instantly. The dark, ominous energy around him vanished completely. His already stunning face seemed even more enchanting when his features relaxed. He exuded the presence of refined nobility. Eleanor was protecting him so fiercely.
Mallory was still mumbling apologies. “I’m sorry. I know I was wrong. I won’t do it again.”
Leaning against the hospital bed’s headboard, Sebastian seemed in a good mood. “Leave for Stone tonight,” he ordered. “I better not see you here again.”
Mallory nodded frantically. “Okay, I will.”
Eleanor frowned in dissatisfaction. “That’s it?”
“Yes, that’s it,” Sebastian replied. Since he, the injured party, had already said so, Eleanor had no choice but to let Mallory go.
Then, she turned toward Sebastian. “Didn’t expect you to be so forgiving.” She reached out to pull his collar aside again, checking his shoulder. But before she could get a good look, Sebastian gently caught her chin and turned her face away. “It’s just a small wound. You don’t have to keep looking.”
Eleanor ventured, “Oh, right. Are those men in black suits your bodyguards? I heard how they addressed you. Where did they even come from?”
Sebastian answered indifferently, “I don’t know either. They have their own hiding spots. They usually stay out of sight.”
“With that many bodyguards every day? What are you, some kind of prince or something? This is way too much,” Eleanor found it ridiculous. She grabbed the statement the nurse had brought and stuffed it into her bag. “This is Joestone, not some warzone. Do you really need all those bodyguards?” Her voice trailed off.
Actually, she did. Eleanor suddenly recalled something from her childhood. Back then, she and Maurice still got along, and she had overheard him more than once saying how much he hated Sebastian Kart, so that Maurice wanted to kill him. And one time, he actually did try something, but she couldn’t remember what happened. She was sure there had been an incident, but she couldn’t recall the details. She lowered herself lightly onto the bed. She thought she had a bad memory, but lately, it seemed she had forgotten a lot. Was it because she had been retconned? Did her childhood memories become more distant now, making it harder to recall them? Sebastian shaded her closely. “What’s wrong?”