Chapter 257: Chapter 257
"Very well, just great." Desmond Fairchild withdrew his imposing aura, repeated "very well" twice, and turned to leave.
Seraphina Sinclair watched his retreating figure, her small face turning pale with anger.
Is it okay for the magistrate to set fires but not for common people to light lamps?
He’s clearly the one who cheated and got a new girlfriend, so why did Desmond Fairchild look like he wanted to kill someone when she said she had a boyfriend?
It’s truly ridiculous.
After Desmond left, Seraphina lost her appetite and stood up apologetically, saying to Keith Hughes, "I’m sorry, senior, for using you as a shield just now. I’ll treat this meal as an apology. I should get going."
Keith didn’t refuse, nor did he offer to see her off.
After Seraphina left, he finished his coffee and then headed into a nearby alley.
As soon as he stepped into the alley, a whistling sound came from behind him. He didn’t turn around, instinctively dodging the sudden attack.
"It’s truly eye-opening to see the famous President Fairchild stoop to ambushes." Keith’s lips curled into a roguish grin, completely different from his demeanor in front of Seraphina, his cigarette-wielding fingers trembling slightly as ash scattered to the ground.
Desmond’s voice, cold as ice, slowly filled the air, the bloodthirsty intensity in his eyes growing stronger: "Blame yourself for touching someone you shouldn’t have."
Before the words finished, his fist, fast as lightning, brutally launched toward Keith, as if truly intent on killing him.
Keith chuckled softly, eyes full of disdain, while evading Desmond’s fierce attack, and replied, "You keep saying I shouldn’t have involved her, but what have you done? You’re the one who pushed her towards me, aren’t you? What right do you have to be angry now?"
"You deserve to die!" Desmond had no intention of exchanging words with Keith, his punches growing faster and more ruthless.
Keith wasn’t afraid. Initially, he only dodged, but seeing Desmond’s relentless attacks, he had to counter.
Unlike Desmond, who was sparing with words, Keith didn’t forget to taunt Desmond while fighting, "To think President Fairchild would challenge me over a woman. It seems Seraphina truly means a lot to you."
"Though I don’t understand why you suddenly abandoned her, since you let her go, don’t blame me for being impolite." After blocking one of Desmond’s moves, Keith’s gaze turned steely, "I’ve loved her for over ten years, but repeatedly stepped back for her happiness. Ethan Lloyd is a scumbag, needless to say, but what have you done? Since neither of you wanted to cherish her, let it be me!"
"What do you know about what’s between us?" Desmond’s voice cut through, as cold as ice to the bone, his attacking hand faltered, falling into self-reproach.
"I don’t care why you broke up, but since you were the first to let go, you have no right to interfere in her life now. Even if she finds someone she likes, and it’s not me, it’s none of your concern." Keith wiped the slight sweat from his forehead and elegantly lit a cigarette.
After a long pause, he spoke calmly, "Even if she still has feelings for you, how dare you show up again after hurting her like that?"
For the first time, Desmond found himself rendered speechless.
He couldn’t refute Keith.
He had personally witnessed Seraphina’s tears, watched her heart-wrenching cries because of him. Despite having his reasons, he undeniably hurt her.
"President Fairchild, I hope you realize the truth. It’s over between you and her, and her life is no longer your business from now on." Keith extinguished his cigarette, leaving behind those words before vanishing into the alley.
After Keith left, Desmond squatted down in defeat.
The image of Seraphina’s cold, emotionless eyes as she looked at him haunted his mind, a bitter smile spreading across his lips, as he murmured to himself, "She must hate me."
A once lifeless heart reawakened because of him, only to fall back into slumber again because of him.
Hatred could hardly describe Seraphina’s current sorrow.
No one could understand her feeling of having something lost, then regained, then lost again.
In the lonely alley, Desmond’s tall figure gradually blended into the night, his silhouette under the dim light appearing so forlorn, so isolated.
Back home, Seraphina sat in a large bathtub, warm steam brushing her face, tears mingling with water, making it hard to tell them apart.
She took a deep breath, striving to calm her emotions.
Since deciding never to meet again, why be upset over a scumbag who transferred his affections? Seraphina Sinclair had endured every hardship; no way she’d be brought down by a man.
At this thought, Seraphina patted her small face, composed herself, and climbed into bed, ready for a good night’s sleep.
Come tomorrow, everything would be better. Scumbags or not, she’d forget them all.
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Seraphina had always been a woman of her word, picking up where she left off at work the next day, diligently diving into the task of making money.
In this era, money talks.
Nothing is more important than making money, and to provide Jude with a better living environment, she must strive harder, letting no romance entangle her.
Freed from the shackles of romance, Seraphina could indeed focus on her work.
But she nearly forgot that, apart from the obstacle of emotions, there was still a group of troublemakers from the White Family.
Nina Kerr was at the forefront.
Two weeks after starting work, Seraphina brought Jude to visit the White Family’s old residence to see the Old Master.
Before even entering, she heard Nina and the Old Master chatting joyfully inside, a warm scene.
Hearing footsteps at the door, the Old Master turned to see Seraphina holding Jude’s little hand walking in, his face lighting up with delight, "Oh my, my little grandson is here."
"Great-grandfather, Jude came to see you." Jude ran over excitedly with a gift in hand, "This is a gift I specially brought for you, great-grandfather. I hope you like it."
"I love it. Anything Jude brings, great-grandfather loves." The Old Master laughed heartily.
Jude sat beside the Old Master, beaming sweetly, "As long as great-grandfather likes it."
"Jude is so thoughtful, making your great-grandfather so happy." With Jude’s gift in hand, Nina reached out to ruffle Jude’s hair, but he subtly dodged.
Her hand froze in the air, yet her expression remained unchanged. Slowly retracting her hand, as if nothing happened.
But Jude didn’t give her any face, snapping back directly, "Who are you, old lady? I’m talking to great-grandfather, what does it have to do with you?"