Rosalie was giving both of them a fair share of blame, as she didn’t know exactly what had happened. She could only rely on their one-sided accounts. She had no idea who was right and who was wrong.
She hoped, more than anything, that they had both misunderstood each other.
Sebastian had misunderstood Theodore, and Theodore, seeing Sebastian’s bodyguards with weapons, had also misunderstood Sebastian.
After all, they hated each other with a passion. It was natural for extreme thoughts to arise. He really did such a thing. At that time, Aurora was also caught by him and almost killed by him.
The danger Theodore had gone through was seen as a misunderstanding by Rosalie. He understood that she wasn’t there, so she couldn’t be sure what happened. Furthermore, both he and Sebastian had different versions of the story.
However, for something Theodore had personally experienced, no matter how he thought about it, it still felt unfair.
The only grievance Theodore had was that Rosalie didn’t believe him. If it had been in the past, she would have believed him.
But now, things were different. After the divorce, her loyalty was no longer with him.
Lies! Sebastian said angrily. Rose, don’t listen to him! He’s lying. And if I really wanted to kill him, do you think he could still be standing here? There were no bodyguards at his villa. If I had wanted to kill him, it would’ve been easy-but I didn’t.
Theodore said, You didn’t? That’s because I seized the gun when you weren’t paying attention and turned the tables! Otherwise, both Aurora and I would have died there. By then, you would have disposed of the bodies, and no one would’ve known what you had done. Everyone would have been kept in the dark.
Theodore, you’re shameless to slander me like this! Sebastian roared. He turned to Rosalie anxiously and said, Rose, you don’t believe him, do you? Don’t you know what kind of person I am? It was Theodore who wanted me dead. Do you remember when I had the accident? Everyone came to pressure you to donate my organs, including him. He didn’t want me to live.’
Sebastian was good at arguing. He was quick-witted and thought of that incident at the right moment. He also knew how to use past events to strike at the other person’s weakness.
Rosalie couldn’t help but think back to the events at the hospital.
Everyone had pressured her to give up on Sebastian and donate his organs to save others, including Theodore.
Since Sebastian’s heart was a match for Cynthia, Theodore had wanted Sebastian to donate his heart to Cynthia.
Rosalie had been the one with the final say, as she was Sebastian’s wife.
She recalled how much Theodore had cared for Cynthia then. It was undeniable that he had hoped Sebastian would die soon.
During that time, Rosalie had broken down. Everyone had pressured her, even the man she
loved.
Rosalie couldn’t forget Theodore’s love, but she couldn’t forget how he hurt her either. Both love and hurt intertwined, almost driving her to the brink of collapse, leaving her uncertain about how to choose.
It was like a string pulling at her heart-sometimes loosening, sometimes tightening. When it loosened, there was peace, but when it tightened, it broke her heart.
Theodore was her poison, slowly devouring her heart. Every time she tried to quit him, he would appear in her world without warning.
She had had enough. She was truly fed up.
Theodore’s face wasn’t looking good, and he had an ominous feeling.
Rose, don’t tell me you actually believe him?