Theodore’s anger intensified.


    “Looks like Sebastian knows everything. Are you hiding something from just me? What exactly is


    going on? If you don’t tell me, don’t even think about leaving today!”


    He felt Rosalie hadn’t told him many things. It was as if everyone else knew about her life–except


    him.


    “Tell the truth! Now!” Theodore demanded. He suppressed his anger, his breath bing rapid and


    his heart pounding.


    Rosalie lowered her head to hide the panic in her eyes, and her eyshes trembled slightly.


    Sebastian, both angry and feeling sorry for her, said, Rose, tell him! Let him know what an


    irresponsible. man he is, and how he’s pushed you to this point!”


    “Sebastian, shut the hell up!” Theodore roared at him. This is between Rose and me! You’re an


    outsider, so mind your own business!”


    “I’m her friend, not an outsider! Clearly, you’re the outsider! Forget being something ridiculous like


    siblings, you’re divorced and not even friends!” Sebastian’s tone was sarcastic, filled with fury.


    You say I’m interfering, but what have you done for Rose? Rain was pouring the day she copsed


    at the hospital entrance, but where were you? You were with Cynthia! If I hadn’t arrived in time, who


    knows what would have happened to Rose, all alone there? When she needed you the most, where


    were you?!” he


    went on.


    Rosalie panicked. “Sebastian, stop talking!”


    “Why should I? He should know what a scumbag he is


    Sebastian continued, “You were so tender and caring when you were with Cynthia, but what about


    Rose? Where were you when she was sick? Where were you when she copsed in the rain? Have


    you ever thought about how she would feel?!


    “You have never been considerate to her, not even for a moment, because your heart only has


    room for other women! You’re not worthy of Rose! You can’t give her happiness, but you still


    married her–because you’re aplete scumbag!”


    If it weren’t for Rosalie’s sake, Sebastian would have gone up and punched Theodore hard,


    consequences be damned. Even if he ended up in jail, it wouldn’t matter as long as he could help


    Rosalie vent her. frustration.


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    But he knew if he rushed over, Rosalie would be the one who bore the brunt in the end. He couldn’t


    bear


    that.


    The woman he loved was being trampled by Theodore, and he wouldn’t allow it.


    “That’s enough! Stop it, I’m begging you!” Rosalie could barely stand, stumbling and trembling. She


    crouched on the ground, hugging her knees and shivering. “Stop it, I’m begging you!”


    “Rose.” Sebastian regretted his impulsive outburst, but Theodore needed to hear these words.


    Theodore didn’t believe Sebastian’s words at first. But when he saw Rosalie crouching on the


    ground, shivering, he fell into deep silence. Many scenes shed through his mind.


    That night, ignoring her dissuasion, he had gone to the hospital to see Cynthia. At that time, he


    didn’t know she had followed him.


    Later, he was hit by his grandmother, and Rosalie went to take care of him. Only then did he know


    what had happened. It turned out that night, while he was with Cynthia, Rosalle had followed him to


    the hospital.


    He remembered it had been raining that day, but Rosalie had never told him she had copsed in


    the rain.


    He didn’t know about it. Why did she copse?


    Later, he even misunderstood her, ming her for going to Sebastian’s house.


    Was it because of that incident that she copsed and fell ill? Was that when Sebastian took care of


    her and brought her home?


    And he, as her husband, was with another woman. He had even misunderstood his wife, getting


    angry at her for seekingfort from another man.