She Accepted Divorce He Panicked (Scarlett and Sebastian) novel Chapter 213

Scar’s POV

I’m meeting my Alice today! That’s the only good thing happening in this hellish city.

Alice is Lilith’s daughter, also the little sun that shone the brightest light into the past five dark years.

I spent barely a month in jail before I was transferred, mainly because my body was failing. It was a dark time for me.

Postpartum depression.

I couldn’t eat, and even if I did, my body wouldn’t take it. All I could remember from that black month was puke, dizzy, and blackouts. I heard that prison could be a dark place, but I didn’t even get to experience that part— Everyone avoided me because I looked like I would die on them if they even just laid one finger on me.

After that I spent nine months in the hospital, and after that an asylum.

Well, they decorated that as a “mental and physical reconstruction facility”, when I knew it was just another name for asylum.

I know because I lost it, for a long while.

For two years I couldn’t talk. I didn’t lose my voice, I know. But my body just won’t let me utter a word for some reason. I didn’t want to talk either. I didn’t want Sebastian to find me, to feed me with his endless excuses and lies; I didn’t want the Fullers to find me, to keep on sucking on my wounds until I drain; I didn’t want the Vanderbilts to find me, to tell me how I’m not worth of their fancy last name. Nor did I want my friends to, because I didn’t want them to see the ghost I was.

Alice got the first word out of me.

That day, I was lying in my chair in the backyard of my personal prison, the “benign facility”, as always, being the walking dead I was. And Alice just came out of nowhere. The moment I saw her, I realized how my world had been black and white when she brought the first color into my eyes that I had seen in a long time.

She was so innocent, smiling at everything; she was so naughty, curious about anything. The moment I saw her, I knew whose daughter she was, before I even met Lilith who was looking for her naughty daughter everywhere.

Alice looked more like me than Damian, except for those eyes. Those were Damian Vanderbilt’s eyes.

Green, like two jades.

She spotted me, and I sat up, watching her carefully, afraid that my horrifying face would scare her away.

Meeting her was purely an accident.