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    Sebastian found Sydney''s apology unsettling.


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    It felt surreal, like she hadpletely changed overnight. Just yesterday, she had been aggressive and threatening, but now she wore an expression of deep remorse.


    He couldn''t shake off the suspicion that she had some ulterior motive.


    Maybe she had a hidden agenda. Sebastian couldn''t bring himself to trust her appearance of repentance.


    "I know you hate me," he said bluntly. "You don''t need to put on a show in front of me. I don''t care if you dislike me. As long as Rose cares about me, that''s all that matters."


    Sydney''s demeanor was grating, and Sebastian felt a strange, ufortable unease. He even felt sorry for her. He would rather she continued to be hostile.


    For all he knew, her current behavior could be an act.


    "Indeed," Sydney replied with a faint smile. "Rose does care about you, and you two are no longer just friends."


    "I''m her husband," Sebastian said firmly. "How can friendspare to that? No matter how much you dislike me, I''m married to Rose. I don''t understand why you''re saying these things today, telling Rose not to meet Theodore again. You must have an agenda.”


    "I have no hidden agenda," Sydney exined earnestly. "I genuinely hope she won''t meet Theo again. They''ve had too manyplications between them, and I''ve seen it all. Theo has hurt her deeply. Given how things are now, it would be better if they didn''t see each other."


    Seeing Sydney''s sincere expression, Sebastian remained skeptical. "Is that so? You mentioned yesterday that Theodore wasn''t in the hospital room. Where is he, then?"


    "He''s in a safe ce," Sydney said. "I


    just suddenly felt that Rose


    shouldn''t continue to be entangled with him. There are some thing''s I decided not to mention. Isn''t that better for you?"


    Sebastian''s tone turned icy. "Yes, it benefits me, but I can''t understand why you''re the one giving it to me. A woman who called me a bastard is now speaking up for me? It''s as if the sun rose in the west."


    "Sebastian, I..." Sydney began, her voice faltering.


    Her head hung low, her face flushed, her eyes darting around as if she were battling inner turmoil. Her lips trembled slightly, radiating an unmistakable sense of shame.


    How could she have used such harsh words?


    She had never spoken so cruelly before, but she had directed it to her own son.


    Hearing her call him so affectionately only made his frown deepen. "I''m more used to you calling me Mr. Carter. This sudden closeness feels like you''re plotting something against me."


    "I''m not," Sydney said anxiously. "I''m not plotting against you, I promise."


    "Why this sudden change in you? Did my father say something to you? By the way, what''s your rtionship with my father? I''ve always felt that you two knew each other."


    "Yes, your father did speak to me," Sydney admitted with resignation "He threatened me, insisting I apologize to you, or else he wouldn''t be so kind. It seems your father is genuinely concerned about you."


    Sebastian studied her with suspicion, feeling that she might be lying, but her exnation had a ring of truth. It was possible that his father had indeed pressured her.


    "Sebastian-sorry, Mr. Carter," she corrected herself, her attempt at formality sounding discordant to him.


    The tension in her voice was palpable, and Sebastian remained wary.