Chapter 116
“It’s not up to me,” Sarah said, her mouth still full of food. “Even if you came to me, it wouldn’t help. The dean already spoke to
the Reynolds family, and they won’t let this go.”
“I’m just worried…” Scarlett started to ramble, clearly lost in thought, when a knock at the door interrupted them. She looked at
Sarah with confusion, only to see the same puzzled expression on her face.
Scarlett opened the door cautiously. The moment she saw who it was, she slammed it shut again.
“Who was it?” Sarah asked, still chewing.
“That jerk!” Scarlett snapped irritably.
“What does he want?” Sarah’s patience wore thin immediately.
The knocking resumed, louder this time. Scarlett yanked the door open again, glaring at the man standing there. “What are you
doing here? You’re not welcome! Leave!”
“I need to talk to Sarah,” James said urgently, pushing the door open with force.
“You’re out of your mind, James!” Scarlett shouted angrily, stumbling back from the shove.
“James, this is my house!” Sarah’s tone turned ice cold as she stood up. “You’ve already hurt my family once. I have every right
to call the cops on you. Your sister’s already in custody–do you want to join her?”
James froze in place. “I’m sorry, Miss Larson,” he said stiffly.
Scarlett scoffed. “Spare me the apology. Get out!”
“Sarah, I really need to talk to you!” James said urgently, his voice pleading.
Sarah glanced at Scarlett before speaking. “Say what you came here to say. But if you’re here to convince me to let Lucy go, forget
- it. You should talk to Dean Larson or Zachary Reynolds. It’s not up to me.”
“Sarah, for the sake of what we had–for the three years we were married–can’t you give Lucy a break?”
“Enough!” Sarah’s eyes burned with disgust as she stared at him. “James, don’t ever say things like that again. It makes me sick.
If you had even a shred of respect for what we had, you’d leave me alone. Don’t make me hate you more than I already do.”
James looked stunned. For three years, he had basked in Sarah’s love, believing her coldness after the divorce was simply denial.
But now, seeing the genuine hatred in her eyes, he finally understood.
“Sarah, I know this must be hard for you. Name your price. A house? A car? Money? I’ll give you whatever you want,” he said, his
voice low.
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Sarah let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. Did he think she was some kind of beggar?
“James, if I were you, I’d be running to Zachary right now to beg for mercy. Talking to me won’t change anything.”
Scarlett rolled her eyes and waved him off. “Just leave already. You’re not welcome here!”
James swallowed his anger, his voice strained. “How’s your leg?”
“I’ll survive. I don’t need your fake concern. You should focus on your sister instead,” Sarah said, her tone completely.
Indifferent.
“Sarah, I’m just trying to check on you. I thought we could still be friends, even after the divorce.”
“Friends?” Scarlett snorted loudly. “Who wants to be friends with you? Go home and figure out how to save your sister with your new wife. You’re not wanted here!” She grabbed the door, ready to slam it shut
James stood there, unwilling to leave. The image of Zachary carrying Sarah out of the infirmary haunted him like a thorn in his side. It gnawed at his pride, leaving him with a sour, choking frustration.
“Sarah, do you really hate me that much?” he asked quietly, as if hoping for a different answer.
Before Sarah could respond, a low, lazy voice sounded from the doorway. “Whether she hates you or not, I don’t know. But when
someone tells you you’re not welcome, shouldn’t you take the hint and leave?”
Sarah’s eyes widened in surprise as she looked past James toward the door.
Scarlett’s hands began to tremble with excitement. “Oh my God,” she whispered under her breath. “The ex and the new love
interest are both here. This is going to be good.”
