She Accepted Divorce He Panicked (Scarlett and Sebastian) novel Chapter 210

Sebastian’s POV

“How have you been--” I start, only to stop when I hear how ridiculous my question is when she has been in prison, “I mean, I have been looking for you all this--”

“Looking for me?” Scar laughs lightly, her icy purple eyes finally darting in my direction since I climbed up the wagon, “Why? I didn’t know revenge also has this kind of a charm.”

You deserve any revenge you want. I’m just glad you are here.

Scar wouldn’t accept my visit after our first and last conversation in prison. And then she was transferred away not a month into the state prison. Abnormally, even with Damian on our side, our motions of requiring her records or even her whereabouts were denied over and over again.

I wanted to tell her about our baby, but I missed my chance.

Scar missed five years with her, and that’s all my fault.

“I tried to locate where they transferred you to, but they denied our motions…” I start, only to feel the sharp sarcasm behind her eyes, and my tongue adds in haste, “I really did! It should have been a standard motion but--”

“But you remained in your luxury house, and I remained where I was,” Scar curves her lips lightly as if we were talking about the weather.

She doesn’t care if I actually made the effort or not.

She smiles more now. Much more than before when she was married to me. She smiles at her pain, and she smiles at her enemies.

Except I feel like I see hatred, I see pain, I see a deep buried sorrow and endless anger in her smiles. I just couldn’t see her.

She is not here. Not really.

“Scar…” I suddenly realize I have always been calling her Scar, but now it feels different, when she actually adapted the blood-soaked word as her name when it used to be just a cute nickname.

She waves at the audience in a way that tells me she’s just doing it to ignore me. Even that tickles my heart. I’m too deeply corrupted by the poison named Scar, yet when I found her, she was already leaving.

“Scar…have you…been in contact with your dad?” I ask. I have to. I need to tell her about the baby, but if she already knows, then it would explain her vicious hatred toward me.

“Why would I be?” Scar frowns, real anger cracking her mask. I didn’t think anything would stir up emotion in her empty eyes.