"Oh, what did he do?"
Sebastian Sinclair asked curiously.
Juliana Jacobs briefly recounted the events of the past few days.
Sebastian Sinclair’s lips curled into a aningful smile.
"He probably knew your identity early on."
Juliana Jacobs was stunned by his words.
Sebastian Sinclair continued, "Back when we encountered danger in Zarith, he wanted to protect ; it was his mission. Later, on his way to rescue you, he got ambushed. When he arrived at the scene where you had the accident, he was barely alive; when they retrieved the car, only Dahlia and the driver’s bodies were found, and you were missing. Losing three lives, he kneeled by the river all night."
"Although three years later, you were legally declared dead, over the years, as long as there was any clue related to you, whether true or false, he would investigate. His guilt over you suppressed him for fourteen years, until the day he returned to Kingsford and told he was married, that I saw a hint of relief between his brows. I thought he had finally found love, but didn’t expect this guy still married my daughter."
"But..." Juliana Jacobs’ voice was a bit hoarse, "He knows who caused this to you back then, yet he calls that person a brother."
Sebastian Sinclair laughed so hard his shoulders shook.
"n’s superficial acts shouldn’t be looked into too deeply. So things not being made public doesn’t an nothing’s being done. If the opponent’s power is great... then we gradually nibble away at it; it takes ti to shake their foundation."
Juliana Jacobs clenched her fingers and said, "The one who crashed my car into the river back then was Sean Paxton."
Sebastian Sinclair’s eyes montarily surged with dark emotions but quickly cald down.
"Elias didn’t let anyone collect your biological samples because he feared you’d fall into Dylan Paxton’s hands, which would be worse than death. Not letting The Sinclairs know your identity is because he feels, with his current strength, he can’t guarantee your absolute safety. And not letting you take revenge on your mother is to prevent a mortal feud between you two, leaving no room for reconciliation in the future."
ntioning Mrs. Sinclair, Juliana Jacobs’ gaze darkened.
Sebastian Sinclair was about to get out of bed; Juliana Jacobs quickly tried to help him, but he waved her off, insisting on getting up himself.
After staggering a couple of steps, his pace gradually steadied.
Sebastian Sinclair walked to the water dispenser and poured her a cup of water.
"As for Florence Sinclair and Isabelle, he only treats them as sisters; compared to how he felt for you back then, it’s not even a tenth. Everything he did, though it might have made you uncomfortable, was ultimately about paving the safest path for you amidst the stormy seas. His intentions toward you are good."
Juliana Jacobs lowered her head, took a sip of water, and with the cup in both hands, placed it on her knee.
"Florence Sinclair once sent assassins to chase in Kenton; behind her, there must be Sean Paxton."
Sebastian Sinclair’s expression tensed, gently stroking her arm, he asked with a warm voice, "Were you hurt?"
Juliana Jacobs, surprised by his words, said, "I have no evidence, yet you believe ? Florence Sinclair and Isabelle have accompanied you for fourteen years as daughters."
But at that mont, Sebastian Sinclair’s eyes were full of fatherly love.
"Don’t I know what kind of character my daughter has? If I don’t trust you, should I trust an outsider with whom I share no blood relation? They’re unclear about their identity, yet dared to attempt harm against their biological parents’ child; it’s sheer ingratitude, less than human! That one who’s dead, let it be; the one who’s alive won’t have it easy from ."
A sudden warmth flooded her heart.
Juliana Jacobs lowered her gaze, fingertips slightly tightening, as though in that mont, the sourness of years without dependents finally found a ho.
Sebastian Sinclair pondered for a mont, then continued, "Concerning your mother, if you still have any grudge, maintaining the status quo for now might be wise. She’s currently quite close to Florence Sinclair, and with Florence Sinclair being a pawn of the Paxton Family, revealing your identity poses a risk. It’s better for your mother to remain unaware, benefiting us in secretly laying plans."
He glanced at the ti, his tone turning to a reminder, "Dylan Paxton has placed many spies nearby; Elias’ confidentiality work can only last so long - you cannot stay here long. Call him in; I have a few words for him."
Juliana Jacobs nodded, turned to open the door. Elias Langley was standing at the entrance, their eyes t briefly before Juliana Jacobs looked away, leaving without a word.
Was she still considering divorce?
Elias Langley’s brows furrowed, he entered the room, closing the door behind him.
Finding Sebastian Sinclair not lying on the hospital bed was unexpected to him.
Sebastian Sinclair stood with hands behind his back, showing no trace of illness.
He looked at him calmly, spoke slowly, "My daughter lacks a sense of security, doesn’t trust anyone, and that’s your responsibility."
"Yes," Elias Langley lowered his head.
Sebastian Sinclair recalled sothing, suddenly concentrating his gaze.
"Is her health bad?"
Elias Langley paused briefly before replying solemnly, "Her body has endured severe trauma and the outlook isn’t promising. Currently, the thod I’ve found requires lifelong dication."
Sebastian Sinclair closed his eyes in pain, then reopened them.
"Her mom has a few project teams primarily focused on gene therapy, maybe there’s a solution."
Elias Langley remained silent.
Sebastian Sinclair suddenly raised an eyebrow, asking, "She doesn’t rember where the things are, yet you still want to keep searching?"
Elias Langley’s gaze was candid, "Finding them would be ideal. But for , rediscovering her, achieving the most crucial goal has already been accomplished."
Sebastian Sinclair slightly nodded, "Then keep things as they are. Continue keeping her mother’s side confidential."
"But Mrs. Sinclair already resents her because of Isabelle’s death."
Sebastian Sinclair paused.
"Her mother is too emotional. The attachnt to the adopted daughter after ten years’ companionship has beco an inseparable bond; being blinded temporarily is only natural."
But his gaze quickly turned cold.
"I’ll handle the Sinclair Family matters. But Sean Paxton deceived my daughter; this won’t be overlooked. What’s the level of those responsible for investigating Isabelle’s death?"
"It’s the Internal Conduct Review Departnt."
Sebastian Sinclair smiled faintly, macro-strategy in mind.
"Find a way to arrange an upright, low-ranking investigator with no ties to the Paxton Family and a reputation for not being swayed by power as team leader. We’ll not interfere with the investigation results and won’t provide anyone any leverage. Can it be done?"
Elias Langley, hearing this, understood his plan.
"I already intended to do that."
Sebastian Sinclair nodded, a trace of coldness in his eyes.
"ssing with my daughter, this ti I’ll make Sean Paxton lose a layer of skin even if he doesn’t die."
Elias Langley nodded.
Sebastian Sinclair gazed at him, his tone deepening.
"She’s been manipulated by Sean Paxton, harboring thoughts of perishing together. It’s not a montary impulse; it’s the despair towards life accumulated from her tumultuous experiences. As her husband, you’re responsible for guiding her out of this shadow, letting her find aning in living again. Whether you divorce or not is none of my concern, if you fail to win her back, you’re only reaping what you sow."
Elias Langley sighed silently to himself, pressing his lips together, "Yes, Mr. Sinclair."
Sebastian Sinclair furrowed his brow, "Still addressing as Mr. Sinclair?"
Elias Langley lowered his head, corrected himself, "Dad, take care of yourself."
Sebastian Sinclair was quite satisfied with this respectful "Dad."
"Did you let her have your salary card?"
"I did."
"Good, I’ll pass mine to your mother-in-law as well. The bride price can’t be missed; make up for it later. Whatever you give, I’ll match as a dowry, all under her control."
Elias Langley obediently replied with a "Yes."
"Go out."
Sebastian Sinclair’s lips finally curled into an imperceptible smile, he withdrew his gaze.
Elias Langley stepped out of the room.
Outside, only the people on duty were visible, but not Juliana Jacobs.
"Where is she?" he asked.
"Madam didn’t want to wait for you, she had arrange a car and left first. She said... if it’s not to the civil affairs bureau, don’t call her."
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