She Accepted Divorce, He Panicked

Sebastian's POV

I had a million things to do, but I couldn't leave the courthouse. Not when Scar was on trial.

I thought it would take an eternity, but it ended before I realized it.

And it didn't end well.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

It felt like I barely settled down on the bench outside the court before Damian came out. Almost as if he forgot something and he just came out for a quick grab. Before I could even ask, he shook his head. How could he lose? He said he was confident! Even just going in there to wave a surrender would have taken longer!

"What happened?!"

"She..." Choakingly, Damian tried to squeeze some words out, "She pled guilty..."

"Then what was the point of you being there?! We need to make an appeal--"

"We can't. It's going to be a criminal charge, and there is little room to turn this around..." Damian stops talking, looking at a man striding toward us, and his look changes from surprise to fear, "Dad..." Johnny Vanderbilt. King of the Vanderbilt Empire, which he built with Scar's mom. It's a bit surprised to see him here, because Damian didn't dare tell him about any of this.

Slap!

Johnny Vanderbilt slapped Damian on the face, hard. Dmian's teeth cut his lips, and blood slowly oozed out. He kept his head low, standing straight in front of Johnny Vanderbilt like a little boy who knew he had broken something valuable of the house. And his silver-haired father just stood there, looking at him with an expression less face, like lustitia.

"Dad...you, you know...?" Damian couldn't look his father in the eyes, not when he just delivered his long lost sister to the court guards to be imprisoned.

"I had to see your mother's necklace on the newspaper to get a hint of the wind," Johnny Vanderbilt said coldly.

"I wanted to tell you--"

"But you didn't," Johnny Vanderbilt cut off his son coldly, "Tell me it's not because you wanted to judge whether your sister deserves the privileges you have been enjoying since your birth."

Damian opened his mouth, only to utter no words.

A father knows his son best.

I knew Damian wanted to look into Jack Fuller's deal, and I knew how Scar showed no interest of joining her family. Damian told me everything. But Johnny Vanderbilt saw through Damian like an open book, and he hit right in the bull's eye.

"And you, the husband...I presume?" Johnny Vanderbilt turns to me, a cold glare in his august eyes, "Sebastian Knight. I knew your grandmother personally, and I respect her a lot. That's the only reason why my fist is not landing on your face today." I wish he would.

"I hope you have no problem with me taking my granddaughter away?" Johnny Vanderbilt didn't give me any room to answer any of his "questions".

I darted my shocked look to Damian, and he shook his head.

"You can't!" I blurt, only to realize who I'm talking to, "I mean, I'm her father and I love her. I would do anything for her!"

"You didn't." Johnny Vanderbilt said.

He was a man who cut through all the bullshit.

"I know you care about her, but you can't replace her father--"

"You were fine with doing that to my Alice," Johnny Vanderbilt lets out a low, warmthless laugh, his eyes taunting.

"I..." Jack Fuller did, but I didn't hurt Scar any less than him.

We all knew Scar wanted love, and none of us cared enough to give that to her. None of her adopted father, her adopted mother she once loved, her siblings, and most of all, me, if they had a motive to hurt her t didn't. Yet I hurt her the most.

I'm the worst sinner of all.

"Dad..." Damian rubbed his nose awkwardly, "We named your granddaughter Alice... only because Scar seems to want to keep her name!"

Johnny Vanderbilt glares at him with eyes like knives.

"I mean...she did because she hated me..." Damian murmurs.

"YOU named my granddaughter?" Johnny Vanderbilt laughed, but his laughs looked more scary than his cold face, "Don't you think the mother should have a say in this?" The mother didn't even know about her child.

"Please, Mr. Vanderbilt," I plea with desperation, "Alice is still in a critical stage, and Scar can't take any hit anymore. Please, Scar can have her say in just a few weeks--" "I'm sorry," Johnny Vanderbilt turns to me with an amused look, "Didn't you divorce my daughter already? Why do you think you still have a say in this?"

I panicked.

This time I really panicked, in front of real power. We all hurt Scar, thinking we were doing the right thing. Some people hart her even knowing it was wrong. 1.But now her father is here.

She is no longer an orphan anymore. She got someone who loves her no

matter what. He is here foto)

blood,

and he has the power to.

"Please--"

"My people is making the transfer as we speak," Johnny Vanderbilt said with a calm face, as if not even hearing any of my plea, "And Damian, you are coming home."

"Dad! Scar is still here!" Damian blurted, his eyes trembling under the silver god's authority.

"Thanks to you," Johnny Vanderbilt shot him a cold glare, turning to leave as his words dropped, "You are coming home. I'm taking over from here."

"But Dad, she pleaded guilty! There is nothing that we can do!!" Damian chased after his father, but Johnny Vanderbilt left like a gust of wind, and couldn't hear anything after that.

That's why I'm here--

In front of the prison, waiting for her to see me. Waiting, for my own judgement.