She Approved the Split He Fell Apart Novel

172 A Question For An Answer

Scarlett’s POV

I shiver at his words.

Sebastian catches me by my waist, rubbing my cold limbs before he turns to Damian Vanderbilt like a pissed–off lion. I pull his suit and stop him.

I deserve it. I chose the baby over Lilith when I should have gone with Jack Fuller’s men. She was tough, but she was still just one woman who boxes as a hobby. She could have been hurt if Sebastian wasn’t

here.

“I’m sorry–” I mumble, but Damian Vanderbilt wouldn’t hear it.

“You should be!” He grunts coldly, “Next time deal with your own shit instead of getting others in harm’s

way for you!”

Though I know I was at fault, I can’t stop my eyes brimming and my ears burning when his words sting so harshly. Oliver Scott comes out of the crowd, standing between me and his friend with a sad look.

He is not saying anything, but his existence magically cools the air down a little.

“Mr. Vanderbilt, please!” Lilith lifts her head from his arms. Her tone is gentle but firm: “It’s MY decision and she is MY friend. Please don’t blame this one on her. It wasn’t her fault that these people tried to hurt

her.”

Damian Vanderbilt tightens his hugs around Lilith. He glances at me and I dodge his look. I can tell that

he was startled when he saw Lilith getting hurt. I was startled, too. I didn’t know he cared about her so

much.

He turns to Jack Fuller’s men.

“Who sent you?!” He adds force on the broken arm under his feet, his tone almost cruel, “I’m pissed right now, so you better not test my patience!”

“Jack Fuller! Our boss is Jack Fuller! He sent us to get his daughter, all means necessary!” The guy shouts in extreme pain, the icy aura of Damian Vanderbilt makes a chill run down my spine.

“Don’t look,” Sebastian hugs me, burying my face in his neck, “I’m sorry I was late. I won’t let him hurt you again. Shhh, you are okay…”

Only at his comforting words, I realize I was trembling hard. I wouldn’t have cried, but his gentle words hit me harder than all the things added tonight, and I burst into tears.

I’m scared. I’m scared of being the target of a man who is legally my dad, who can give an “all means necessary” order; I’m scared of a real billionaire who is my biological brother, who hates me to the guts right now. I’m scared of the rich, powerful world around me when I can’t even promise the safety of my baby.

Ever since I learned about the existence of the little life in me, I haven’t felt such an urge to tell Sebastian about the baby. To tell him that he is about to be a dad, Do I dare to trust him with our safety now? If he is serious about getting back together, would he be able to keep us safe from the hell that I’m in?

“Call him,” Damian Vanderbilt twists his foot, and in a horrifying groan, the guy pulls out his phone, looks

172 A Question For An Antwer

for a number, and dials before he gives it to the devil torturing him.

Damian Vanderbilt puts the phone to his ear in a sullen look, waiting.

All of a sudden, he snorts before he drawls coldly: “He can’t speak. He’s at my foot right now.” RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

A silent moment, all eyes kept on him.

“This is Damian Vanderbilt, and I do have an issue,” Still in that lazy tone, but somehow you know you are in danger if you are facing him, “Your men hurt one of mine. I’d love to hear what you think would be an appropriate apology.”

Another long speech from the other side.

“Scarlett Fuller tricked me? That IS curious,” Damian Vanderbilt snorts coldly, tasting my name in a bloodthirsty way as his eyes dart my way, “A question for an answer, then.”

He glances at the phone before putting it on speaker, holding it out for my ears and everyone else’s.

“Scarlett,” Jack Fuller’s “loving father” tone comes out of the phone, “Please, stop throwing a tantrum. It’s your sister, she needs you.”

For a million times I have faced this dilemma, and I still don’t know how to handle it. What do you do, if you know someone wants to hurt you, but talks nicely in front of people when you have no chance exposing their hypocriticy? Do you argue, or do you play along?

You come off evil, or you die.

“Answer him,” Damian Vanderbilt orders me coldly. I glare at him, but I also feel guilty to him and Lilith in

his arms.

“You have no power over her,” Sebastian hides me behind him, “I’m not tolerating any other offense from

you-”

“Sebastian?! Is that you?!” Ava’s shrill bursts out of the phone all of a sudden, “Sebastian! My routine test is today, and it’s bad. I think the cure failed! What do we do?!”

I want to know, too.