Natalie nodded. "Alright. I''ll go with you for questioning."


    As Natalie was led into the police car, Luna fumed. That damn Joanna was always scheming against her sister. She drove off to find Herbert.


    Meanwhile, Sebastian had just finished a meeting. Sean approached him, looking nervous. "Sir, we have a problem. It''s about your wife. Someone has reported that she killed Mrs. Wilsonst night. You need to see the news."


    Sebastian''s expression was cold and severe as he took the tablet from Sean. Reading the news, his eyes shed with an icy re. "It was Joanna. She''s trying to clear her name. Natalie was with me and Marshallst night. How could she have killed anyone?"


    Sean froze, stunned. "Sir, the three of you were... together?"


    He swallowed hard, his mind clearly going to the wrong ce.


    Sebastian, not noticing his expression, walked into his office and called Joanna.


    "Hello, Sebastian," Joanna''s voice was soft and gentle.


    Sebastian''s tone was cold and ruthless. "Joanna, did I not warn you to leave Natalie alone?"


    His chilling voice startled her, but her fear quickly turned to anger that he was calling her on Natalie''s behalf. "Sebastian, it wasn''t me! I didn''t do anything! How could I possibly have the power to frame her? Yeri just felt bad for me and spoke out. I really didn''t do anything."


    Sebastian sat on the sofa, his tall frame exuding a cold, imposing aura that warned others to keep their distance.


    "You know perfectly well whether it was you or not. I warned you not to y with fire. She is my wife. ndering her is ndering me. Joanna, my tolerance for you has run out."


    Sebastian hung up and had Seane in.


    "Sir."


    Though his eyes burned with fury, Sebastian''s voice was steady. "Crush the Yates familypletely. Prepare to acquire theirpany. And tell Yeri that if she wants to be Joanna''spdog, she needs to have the courage to face the consequences."


    Sean was surprised, a look of delight crossing his face. "Sir, are you going to help your wife?"


    Sebastian frowned. "Shouldn''t I?"


    Sean shook his head. "It''s not that, it''s just... unexpected. And shocking. In the past, whenever your wife was in trouble, you never got involved. This is the first time you''ve stepped in to help her. It''s just a surprise."


    Sebastian''s heart jolted. Natalie had taken care of him for two years, and he had never once helped her?


    He stood up, agitated. "Get it done. Now."


    Sean shook his head again. "I''m just afraid she won''t appreciate it now, sir. You never gave her your help or trust when she needed you the most."


    Sebastian had squandered all the goodwill he''d had with Natalie.


    After saying his piece, Sean fled the office before Sebastian could react.


    But Sebastian was stuck on Sean''s words: "Sir, this is the first time you''ve stepped in to help her."


    He had never really done anything for Natalie, had he?


    He had taken her efforts for granted.


    He was realizing he had been wrong. Everything he''d done concerning her, it


    seemed he had forced her into it.


    He had wanted the divorce more


    than


    anything but after Natalie


    agreed and signed the papers, some


    perverse impulse made him not


    want it anymore.


    He used to think Joanna was the kindest person he knew.


    He believed Natalie was just jealous and constantly schemed against Joanna.


    Sometimes, when Joanna exaggerated, he would pretend not to notice.


    From a young age, he had understood one thing: no one in this world truly loved him.


    His grandparents'' affection felt more like a duty. There might have been love, but it wasn''t unconditional.