Forged My Marriage, Stole My Baby—Now I’m the Judge You Kneel To - Chapter 79: Chapter 79
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The truth was quickly delivered to Sebastian.
There was surveillance footage of Aveline being knocked unconscious and taken away from the villa entrance that day.
It wasn't until evening that she returned to the villa, covered in wounds and limping. Her hair had been hacked short like it had been chewed by a dog, and her dress was stained with shocking amounts of blood.
Shortly after, she left the villa with a small suitcase.
When she walked away, her gaze was resolute. She never looked back once.
Sebastian's hands trembled as he touched Aveline's image on the screen, his eyes reddening as tears fell.
"I'm sorry, Aveline. You were my treasure, and I hurt you..."
All ninety-nine lashes—he had delivered them himself!
He'd even ordered his men to drug her and bring a hundred beggars...
Sebastian suddenly clutched his chest, the heartache feeling like slow torture.
If he'd known it was his Aveline, he never would have done it!
He would rather hurt himself than harm a single hair on her head...
Consumed by guilt, Sebastian suddenly spat out blood, feeling like he wanted to die.
He forced himself to ask: "Have you found Aveline's new identity?"
He was wrong—so terribly wrong!
He had to go find her and bring her back.
"We... we can't find it." The assistant lowered his head, not daring to look at him. "They said it's Miss Hart's personal privacy and can't be disclosed."
Sebastian was stunned.
With his power, investigating someone should have been effortless.
Using privacy as an excuse meant someone didn't want him to know Aveline's new identity.
And this person's influence matched or even exceeded his own.
So the office didn't dare offend them and refused to reveal anything.
Sebastian found it incredible. Aveline came from an ordinary family. She'd once had design talent and some connections in the design world through her mentor.
But she'd stopped designing, and being Mrs. Rookwood had become her primary identity.
It had only been three days since Aveline left. Who would protect her? Who even could protect her?
As his expression shifted uncertainly, the assistant who'd been investigating Serena returned.
Looking at the evidence before him, Sebastian's face lost all warmth.
The atmosphere around him turned bone-chillingly cold.
So the supposed kidnapping to the nightclub by Aveline was all Serena's act.
During those days she'd disappeared, she was perfectly fine. There was no madam torturing her, no men assaulting her.
But the people who took Aveline away were sent by Serena.
She had deliberately misled him, wanting him to torture Aveline with his own hands.
That poisonous woman!
As for her depression, it was a fake report she'd bought from a doctor.
Her pretending to be ill was just to gain his sympathy.
Sebastian laughed coldly, his eyes gleaming with sick satisfaction.
He would find Aveline—that might take time.
But settling accounts with Serena and getting justice for Aveline could happen right now!
"Go to the mountaintop villa."
Serena was reluctantly packing her things, extremely unwilling to leave the mountaintop villa.
They say it's hard to go from luxury to poverty. Serena began wondering if she begged Sebastian one more time to give her the villa too, would there be any chance?
Just as she was thinking this, familiar footsteps came from the doorway.
Shiny dress shoes gradually came into view. Serena was overjoyed.
"Honey... Mr. Rookwood!"
"Mr. Rookwood, did you change your mind and decide you can't bear to let me go? Actually, I've been thinking too. I love you, and I'm willing to stay with you even without status. Please let me stay here, okay?"
"I won't make noise or cause trouble, and I won't interfere with you and Miss Hart. Whenever you want me or need me, I'll be here waiting for you."
Serena spoke with deep emotion, but all she received in return was Sebastian's ice-cold stare.
He just looked at her with disgust, then finally said a word.
"Bitch."
With that, he kicked her to the ground.
"I know everything you did to Aveline."
He suddenly smiled cruelly, like a cat looking at a mouse.
"Tell me, how should I punish you?"
Serena was terrified out of her wits—everything had been exposed!
In her panic, she noticed her hands instinctively covering her stomach, and her eyes lit up.
"No, don't! I have very important good news to tell you. Mr. Rookwood, I guarantee you'll be very happy."
There was surveillance footage of Aveline being knocked unconscious and taken away from the villa entrance that day.
It wasn't until evening that she returned to the villa, covered in wounds and limping. Her hair had been hacked short like it had been chewed by a dog, and her dress was stained with shocking amounts of blood.
Shortly after, she left the villa with a small suitcase.
When she walked away, her gaze was resolute. She never looked back once.
Sebastian's hands trembled as he touched Aveline's image on the screen, his eyes reddening as tears fell.
"I'm sorry, Aveline. You were my treasure, and I hurt you..."
All ninety-nine lashes—he had delivered them himself!
He'd even ordered his men to drug her and bring a hundred beggars...
Sebastian suddenly clutched his chest, the heartache feeling like slow torture.
If he'd known it was his Aveline, he never would have done it!
He would rather hurt himself than harm a single hair on her head...
Consumed by guilt, Sebastian suddenly spat out blood, feeling like he wanted to die.
He forced himself to ask: "Have you found Aveline's new identity?"
He was wrong—so terribly wrong!
He had to go find her and bring her back.
"We... we can't find it." The assistant lowered his head, not daring to look at him. "They said it's Miss Hart's personal privacy and can't be disclosed."
Sebastian was stunned.
With his power, investigating someone should have been effortless.
Using privacy as an excuse meant someone didn't want him to know Aveline's new identity.
And this person's influence matched or even exceeded his own.
So the office didn't dare offend them and refused to reveal anything.
Sebastian found it incredible. Aveline came from an ordinary family. She'd once had design talent and some connections in the design world through her mentor.
But she'd stopped designing, and being Mrs. Rookwood had become her primary identity.
It had only been three days since Aveline left. Who would protect her? Who even could protect her?
As his expression shifted uncertainly, the assistant who'd been investigating Serena returned.
Looking at the evidence before him, Sebastian's face lost all warmth.
The atmosphere around him turned bone-chillingly cold.
So the supposed kidnapping to the nightclub by Aveline was all Serena's act.
During those days she'd disappeared, she was perfectly fine. There was no madam torturing her, no men assaulting her.
But the people who took Aveline away were sent by Serena.
She had deliberately misled him, wanting him to torture Aveline with his own hands.
That poisonous woman!
As for her depression, it was a fake report she'd bought from a doctor.
Her pretending to be ill was just to gain his sympathy.
Sebastian laughed coldly, his eyes gleaming with sick satisfaction.
He would find Aveline—that might take time.
But settling accounts with Serena and getting justice for Aveline could happen right now!
"Go to the mountaintop villa."
Serena was reluctantly packing her things, extremely unwilling to leave the mountaintop villa.
They say it's hard to go from luxury to poverty. Serena began wondering if she begged Sebastian one more time to give her the villa too, would there be any chance?
Just as she was thinking this, familiar footsteps came from the doorway.
Shiny dress shoes gradually came into view. Serena was overjoyed.
"Honey... Mr. Rookwood!"
"Mr. Rookwood, did you change your mind and decide you can't bear to let me go? Actually, I've been thinking too. I love you, and I'm willing to stay with you even without status. Please let me stay here, okay?"
"I won't make noise or cause trouble, and I won't interfere with you and Miss Hart. Whenever you want me or need me, I'll be here waiting for you."
Serena spoke with deep emotion, but all she received in return was Sebastian's ice-cold stare.
He just looked at her with disgust, then finally said a word.
"Bitch."
With that, he kicked her to the ground.
"I know everything you did to Aveline."
He suddenly smiled cruelly, like a cat looking at a mouse.
"Tell me, how should I punish you?"
Serena was terrified out of her wits—everything had been exposed!
In her panic, she noticed her hands instinctively covering her stomach, and her eyes lit up.
"No, don't! I have very important good news to tell you. Mr. Rookwood, I guarantee you'll be very happy."
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