Forged My Marriage, Stole My Baby—Now I’m the Judge You Kneel To - Chapter 71: Chapter 71

When Aveline woke up again, she was in the hospital.
Sebastian's eyes were red-rimmed as he explained guiltily: "Babe, I was trying to protect you. I panicked and saved the wrong person."
He kept kissing Aveline's hand over and over.
As if he could transmit all his heartache and love through her palm.
Too bad he'd forgotten it was a prosthetic hand.
Aveline felt no sincerity at all, only his lies.
She asked coldly: "What are you going to do about that server?"
She'd seen clearly that the champagne tower collapse wasn't an accident. Serena had done it on purpose.
Sebastian paused slightly, then said: "She was definitely careless. I've already given orders to blacklist her globally. She'll never work as a server again."
Aveline was stunned, then suddenly laughed.
She laughed as her heart cracked into fine lines, letting the pain seep through every crevice.
Serena wasn't actually a server.
Such an irrelevant punishment was like banning someone from being a cat forever.
How ridiculous.
Seeing her laugh, Sebastian smiled too and began taking care of her attentively.
He monitored her IV drip closely.
He personally and gently cleaned her wounds.
He peeled fresh lychees and fed them to her, letting her spit the pits into his palm.
Every passing doctor and nurse envied Aveline's good fortune.
Until that familiar special ringtone sounded.
He hesitated briefly, then said casually: "Babe, something came up at the company. I'll be right back."
Only after he'd completely disappeared did Aveline turn on the receiver in her ring.
Turns out, Serena was also hospitalized.
Sebastian wasn't monitoring Serena's IV or personally changing her bandages.
Because her minor scrapes had already healed.
He wasn't peeling lychees for Serena either. Instead, he was ordering her to place the fruit on her body while he devoured every piece.
Aveline couldn't listen anymore. Just as she was about to turn off the device, she heard Serena's pleading voice.
"Honey, if you lock me up again, my depression will get worse. I'll really waste away. Please don't put me back in that mountaintop villa. I want to get out. I even want to be intimate with you in front of Miss Hart, mmm..."
Serena's words dissolved into moans amid violent movements.
When everything quieted down, Sebastian said that word again.
"Okay."
Three days later, Aveline was discharged.
Sebastian carried her to the car, then from the car all the way to the villa's sofa, saying her body was still recovering and he couldn't bear to let her get tired.
It sounded so loving, until Aveline spotted Serena in a maid's uniform among the servants.
Her heart clenched painfully as she looked at Sebastian in disbelief.
Serena had said she wanted to leave the villa, and his solution was to bring her home?
"Babe, here's the thing."
Sebastian held Aveline tighter, his voice gentle and confident.
"If that woman had gone to prison, she'd have been out in three years anyway. Technically, she should be free now, but I don't want to let her off easy. So I'm having her serve you instead, continuing her penance."
"I consulted a psychologist too. You've been dealing with some trauma, and interacting with her might actually help you. Trust me, babe. This arrangement is all because I love you."
He was lying through his teeth, but looked completely sincere. His face overlapped with how he'd looked five years ago when he proposed.
Back then, he'd solemnly sworn he'd never let her suffer any injustice.
Now, for another woman, he kept crossing her boundaries.
What was the difference between this and rubbing salt in her wounds?
Aveline thought she'd feel heartbroken, that she'd refuse, get angry, fight back.
But surprisingly, she just felt empty inside. So empty that she didn't care about anything anymore.
"Fine. Whatever you say."
Let Serena be the maid. Hell, let her be the lady of the house. She didn't care.
After all, she'd be leaving his world for good very soon.