Sebastian frowned, fury flickering in his dark eyes.


    How dare she mention the word divorce again?


    This time, it wasn''t a whim. Seeing the anger in her eyes, he knew she was serious about it.


    Marshall chimed in with a smirk, "Mr. Griffith, don''t forget, nine o''clock tomorrow morning. City Hall for the divorce."


    That jerk didn''t deserve an ounce of Natalie''s devotion.


    Sebastian shot him a look, a clear warning in his tone. "Mr. Spencer, my family affairs are none of your business."


    "Hah. You always help other people frame Natalie, and you call her family? You treat Natalie worse than a stranger. I honestly don''t know what you''re holding onto. You help Joanna frame her every time, but you still refuse to let her go. I''ve never seen such a scumbag. You want to have your cake and eat it too. You''re a disgrace to men."


    If he could, he would have punched Sebastian right then and there. The memory of Sebastian protecting Joanna was enough to make his blood boil.


    Sebastian''s brow furrowed even deeper. "What is that supposed to mean? What do you mean, helping others frame Natalie?"


    Marshall sneered, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “You think Joanna would dare nder Natalie like this without your approval? You think all those online trolls would have swarmed her if you hadn''t arranged it?"


    Sebastian finally understood what Marshall was implying. He turned sharply to Natalie, his voice slightly hoarse. "Natalie, is that what you think, too?"


    Natalie didn''t know if Sebastian had a hand in it, but she knew he would do anything Joanna wanted.


    And now that Joanna was pregnant, he should take responsibility for her. The child was innocent.


    In her past life, her own baby had started to kick inside her. The memory of that feeling, once a source of so much happiness, was now an agony. In the end, the baby had ended up just like its helpless mother, smashed to pieces in the fall. The thought alone was a heart-wrenching pain.


    "Does it matter what I think? Isn''t divorce what you''ve always wanted?" Natalie felt helpless. Why was it that no matter what she did, it was always wrong?


    Sebastian lunged forward and grabbed her arm.


    Caleb moved instantly to block him, warning in a cold voice, “Let go. Don''t touch her."


    The neen-year-old, handsome as a god, now had an unusually dark look in his eyes.


    Sebastianughed coldly. “You think you can stand up to me? I funded half of yourb. Now get out of my way."


    Natalie froze. Was there anything he didn''t have his hands in?


    Caleb frowned. How did Sebastian get involved with their funding?


    Natalie gently tugged on Caleb''s sleeve.


    "Natalie," Caleb said, looking at her with worry. He hated that he was still too weak to protect her.


    Natalie offered a faint smile. “It''s okay. You should all go home now."


    The three men with her now were not yet strong enough to challenge Sebastian.


    They were still on their way up, and she couldn''t let theirpanies suffer a major blow because of her.


    Sebastian''s methods for taking people down were often subtle and undetectable.


    Matthew looked at her with gentle


    eyes. "Natalie, if you don''t want to go


    home.


    with him, I can take


    promised would protect you


    Matthew nced at Sebastian.


    Sebastian just smirked.


    Natalie shook her head. "Mr. Monroe, thank you foring to help me today. But don''t worry, I''ll be fine."


    Seeing her refusal, Matthew''s expression darkened.


    Natalie then turned to Marshall.


    "Marshall, can you take Caleb back


    to the researcb? It''s


    hardet


    get a


    cab from here."


    Marshall, though angry and ,could only agree "Finge


    if get this sidinget


    school safely."