Remorse After Breaking Up (Sebastian) novel Chapter 392



"Cassandra, Chelsea, what are you two doing here so late?" Luke asked, eyeing them suspiciously.

"I came to check on my future sister-in-law and offer some advice to keep her from crying tomorrow," Cassandra explained.

Luke remained skeptical. He knew Cassandra too well. She was always up to something. Helping him was out of the question-he'd be grateful if she just didn't cause trouble.

He then glanced at Chelsea Sanders, who stood beside Cassandra.

Chelsea originally belonged to a branch of the Sanders family, but after catching Luke's eye, she had been brought in as a mistress.

"I just came along with Ms. Lennon," Chelsea said, her voice wavering.

Luke nodded without further question. "Alright, you guys can go talk to her, but don't stay too long. We have a busy day tomorrow. I'll go check on Bruce. We'll head back together later.

Cassandra nodded and led Chelsea toward Lana's room.

"Cassandra!" Luke's voice stopped her in her tracks.

Cassandra's heart skipped a beat. Had Luke figured out her intentions?

"Yes, Luke? What is it?" she asked, turning back with a forced smile.

"Why are you walking funny? Are you hurt?" Luke asked.

A blush crept up Cassandra's cheeks. Of course, she was in pain.

Standing still was bearable, but walking felt like her body was tearing apart. She cursed Ethan inwardly, wishing she could cut his dick and feed him to the dogs for what he had done to her.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Poor Ethan was still getting blamed for things he had not done. He'd probably cry his eyes out if he found out in the afterlife.

Determined, Sebastian made his way to Sanders Manor and headed straight for Lana's summer house.

The area was heavily guarded by both the Sanders and Lennon family members. The layers of security made it nearly impossible to approach unnoticed.

"Mr. Ethan, what brings you here?" Sebastian was stopped before he could get close.

The speaker was a wiry old man, Clifford Lennon, the seventh Elder of the Lennon family.

Beside Clifford stood Mary Sanders, holding a crutch. Despite her gray hair, her skin was still remarkably smooth and tight. She had a better complexion than people in their 40s or 50s.

Mary, the only female Elder of the Sanders family and fifth in line, had been a great beauty in her youth.

"I'm here on the patriarch's orders to deliver something to Ms. Sanders," Sebastian said. Clifford replied, "Ms. Sanders will be the future Mrs. Lennon soon. It's inappropriate for you to go in. Let Mary deliver it for you instead."