“Mr. Griffith, I’m ready. Shall we go get our divorce certificate?” she announced, her tone flat.
Sebastian turned, his eyes meeting her calm, detached gaze. A strange fire ignited within him, and he shot to his feet, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity.
Natalie flinched, sensing his murderous aura, and took a step back.
“What?” Sebastian sneered. “You poison my mother and then think you can just divorce me and walk away?”
Natalie froze, then understood. His mother… no, she couldn't tell him the truth yet.
“You’re the one who said she was mentally ill. You’re the one who sent her to the psychiatric hospital. Why are you accusing me of poisoning her?” It was clear what had happened. Joanna had used her absence last night to frame her again, and this idiot had bought it. He couldn't even protect his own mother. Who could he protect?
Sebastian stared at her intently. “Because I have proof,” he said with a bitter laugh. “Proof that you poisoned her. My mother has indeed lost her mind.”
A sharp pain pierced Natalie's heart. She laughed back, a hollow sound. “Sebastian, you’ve never trusted me. If you think I did it, then I did it.” She knew he would never believe her. At this point, she couldn't even be bothered to argue. Sebastian, you’ll never know what your mother did to protect you. You’ll never know why Mrs. Griffith would rather disown you than let Joanna into the family.
“Sebastian, you are a goddamn idiot,” Natalie sneered.
He stared at her, shocked by her foul language.
She grabbed her purse from the table, her voice now cold and defiant. “Let’s go. Get the divorce over with.”
Sebastian’s hands clenched into fists. “Natalie, why aren't you defending yourself? The last few times, you always had evidence to prove your innocence.”


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