Chapter 15
Sebastian’s knuckles were white as he gripped the divorce papers, his fingertips repeatedly tracing Elizabeth’s decisive signature.
He couldn’t believe it.
The garage light buzzed overhead as he suddenly turned and grabbed the bodyguard by the collar: “That day, what else did she say?”
“Did she leave any other instructions?”
“Mr. Whitmore…”
The bodyguard staggered from being grabbed: “Mrs. Whitmore’s wrist wounds kept bleeding. She only said to give you the gift.”
“And also…”
He pulled out a manila envelope from his jacket. “This one is for the Skylars.”
Sebastian snatched the envelope and tore it open. On the yellowed paper, Elizabeth’s handwriting was still neat: “Mr. Skylar, Mrs. Skylar, this is the disownment papers and passbook for you. Actually, thinking about it carefully, I should never have been found in the first place. The disownment papers sever our relationship, and the passbook repays your kindness in raising me. From now on, I am no longer a Skylar daughter…”
Sebastian’s hands wouldn’t stop trembling.
He had a feeling that Elizabeth was really leaving this time.
“Take this to the Skylars.”
“Yes, Mr. Whitmore.”
Thirty minutes after the bodyguard left, Connor and Delilah called.
Sebastian took a deep breath and pressed the answer button. Delilah’s panicked voice nearly burst through the speaker: “Sebastian! Has Elizabeth contacted you? She left disownment papers at home, saying she wants to cut ties with us!”
Sebastian’s nails dug deep into his palms.
“How would I know?” He suddenly laughed coldly. “You can’t even control your own biological daughter, why are you asking me?”
“What kind of attitude is that!” Delilah’s voice shook. “If it weren’t for you and Clarissa… Elizabeth wouldn’t have…”
“Enough! Are you telling me what you did was right? You gave all your family assets to Clarissa, what right do you have to lecture me now?”
Sebastian abruptly hung up, his phone crashing heavily onto the car hood with a dull thud.
A breeze swept through, bringing a chill, and he suddenly remembered when Elizabeth was around, she was always so attentive.
Those ordinary little things, she had always persistently done them.
Sebastian slumped into the seat, reaching for his cigarette pack only to find it empty.
The irritation in his heart deepened.
“Mr. Whitmore, Mrs. Whitmore was indeed seriously injured at the time.”
The assistant’s voice suddenly rang out. “She said… she said some things, if not done now, there would be no chance later.”
For the first time, he realized that the Elizabeth who would silently fix his suit cufflinks, who would stay up all night making porridge when his stomach hurt, had perhaps truly been pushed too far away by his own hands.
And this time, she hadn’t even left him a chance to look back.
