Chapter 243

“You knew Sebastian long ago, but you told me you met him in school. Isn’t that a lie?”

“I…” Rosalie was speechless. How many times would he bring this up?

“Theodore, do you have to be so petty?”

“Am I petty, or are you the liar?! Didn’t you admit it yourself later? You’ve been involved with him all

along! You said it yourself! I didn’t imagine it!” Theodore yelled.

True, Rosalie had said she and Sebastian had been together for a long time–but that was out of

anger.

She stood up from the bed. “So what you’re saying is, what you told Grandma wasn’t the truth.”

“That’s right! I just said it to make her feel better, to make her think I was taking all the blame. I

didn’t want her to think I was a complete, bastard, but she still hit me. If I’d known, I wouldn’t have

bothered. It was a waste of time, and I got a beating for it. What bad luck!”

His tone was full of frustration.

Rosalie clenched her fists. She had been genuinely moved when Rebecca had told her what

Theodore had said. Despite their

arguments, she believed Theodore knew the truth deep down, but just couldn’t control his temper

when angry.

Now, she realized it was all a lie.

Well, it didn’t matter anymore. They were divorced. Why should she care what Theodore thought?

She sighed. “I was overthinking it, but I suppose that’s for the best.

We’re divorced anyway.”

In this world, amicable separations were rare. Usually, people separated because things had gone

too far to continue. A good breakup was unlikely, let alone a peaceful one.

“Don’t worry. I’ll move out soon,” Theodore said. “This house is yours.”

“No need,” Rosalie said. “You stay here. I won’t be living here. I’m leaving. Take your time to heal.”

She didn’t want to argue with Theodore.

“Where are you going?” Theodore asked.

“Don’t worry. I have plenty of places to go. You gave me five percent of the shares, and I have

plenty of money in my account. I’ll be fine.”

She simply wanted to reassure him.

Unexpectedly, Theodore let out a cold laugh. “Who’s worried? I was! just asking.”

Rosalie gave him a weary look. “Fine, it’s always me overthinking. Cynthia’s the only one who

matters to you. Everyone else is irrelevant.

As she turned to leave, she suddenly heard a muffled groan from the bed. She stopped in her

tracks, and turned back to see Theodore trembling.

Her heart skipped a beat as she hurried back to his side, her face full of concern. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m fine. You don’t need to worry about me. Weren’t you leaving?” He clutched the bedsheet,

struggling to sit up, his face deathly pale.

“No, you need to go to the hospital,” she said anxiously. “If your wounds get infected, what will you

do? Let’s go to the hospital. I’ll take you.”

“You said we’re divorced. Why do you care?” He sounded like a sulking child.

“Even if you’re a stranger, I wouldn’t ignore someone in this condition. Honestly, there are plenty of

people to take care of you. If you really don’t need me, I’ll leave.”

Her presence might not help his recovery. Seeing her could make him angrier, which wouldn’t be

good for his wounds.

Seeing Theodore stay silent, Rosalie turned to leave again.