Chapter 6: How Could You Push Her?
For the past two days, there hadn’t been a single message from Sebastian. He clearly hadn’t come home-hadn’t noticed her luggage was gone.
In the past, no matter how busy he was at the hospital, he’d always find time to at least send her a message.
Now, her phone buzzed non stop like an explosion.
Had he finally noticed?
Hazel’s heart jumped to her throat. She picked up her phone-but it wasn’t from him.
It was from Julia.
Attached was a photo.
A shot from behind, showing Sebastian walking down the hospital hallway-carrying Vivian in his arms.
Julia’s tone was furious:
“I came to hematology today just to confront those two bastards! Sebastian was literally carrying Vivian around the hospital.”
“Do you know what he said when I ran up and questioned him about hugging her like that?”
“He said he’s a doctor and caring for patients is his job. Then he told me not to talk nonsense in front of you.”
“Ha! What a joke! Does he really think you don’t already know what kind of hypocrite he is?!”
Hazel’s hand clenched her sore leg. The pain from her knee shot straight to her heart-a dull, throbbing ache.
She looked down and typed:
“Let him keep thinking he’s hiding it well.”
She didn’t want to confront him just yet. Not until the divorce was locked in.
Julia replied:
“Got it! I’m just waiting for you to tear that scumbag’s mask off. Oh-and guess what? He asked me if I knew anyone at Hawking Pharmaceuticals. I ignored him.”
Hazel’s grip on her phone tightened, her knuckles going white.
So he was trying to find out how she got the targeted drug?
He thought she got it through Julia?
It hit her-if he was that desperate for the drug, he’d be showing up at the lab soon.
The next day, Hazel went to find Dr. Grant. Just as she reached the conference room door, she heard voices inside.
She paused, rose slightly on her toes, and peered through the narrow window.
What she saw made her blood run cold.
Sebastian and Vivian were sitting close, their hands tightly clasped together.
Hazel’s fingers dug into her coat, nails nearly piercing her skin-but she felt no pain.
Sebastian had taken off his white coat and was wearing a slim-fit designer suit. He looked like a refined gentleman-elegant, charming, gentle.
Even Lily whispered in awe beside her,
“He’s really good-looking…”
When Hazel didn’t respond, Lily caught her expression and quickly shut up.
Inside the room, Sebastian spoke with his usual calm grace:
“Dr. Grant, as long as you’re willing to provide the Asidant targeted therapy, I’m willing to meet any condition. Price isn’t an issue.”
Dr. Grant’s sharp gaze settled on the pale, frail looking woman beside him.
“She’s your wife?”
“No.” Sebastian answered firmly. Then, seeing Vivian’s wounded look, he softened.
“She’s my girlfriend.”
Dr. Grant nodded in understanding.
“If she’s willing to be a test subject for our leukemia drug trial, I can provide the medication free of charge.”
Vivian turned pale.
“I… I don’t want to…”
Sebastian frowned.
“I came here to get her treatment, not to make her a guinea pig. If something goes wrong with a trial drug, can you take responsibility?”
Dr. Grant spread his hands. “Those are my terms. Agree and I’ll give you the drug. If not-there’s the door.”
Sebastian’s jaw tightened, but he kept his temper.
“Asidant is supposedly impossible to get. But others still manage to get it. Why?”
“Dr. Grant, name your price.”
“One million. Is that enough?”
Sebastian pulled out a blank check and laid it on the table.
“If not, I’ll add more.”
Watching him throw money around so casually, Hazel felt like her chest was being crushed. Every breath was sharp and painful.
One million-for Vivian’s medication-without even blinking.
How much had he spent on her all these years?
He didn’t want Vivian to risk being a trial patient.
But did he know Hazel nearly agreed to be one-just for two pills?
Which he then took… and gave to Vivian.
Hazel’s lips trembled. She tried to hold back the quake in her heart, but the tear at the corner of her eye betrayed her.
Dr. Grant waved his hand.
“I told you-money can’t buy my drug. That’s the deal.”
Sebastian let out a bitter laugh.
If that was truly the deal… how did Hazel get her pills?
He was convinced Dr. Grant was trying to drive up the price.
Sebastian knew begging too hard only got you manipulated, so he stood up, feigning calm.
“Since we couldn’t reach an agreement today, I’m sure we’ll have another chance.”
He turned to leave.
“Dr. Grant, goodbye.”
Hazel, startled, quickly ducked around the corner.
Vivian’s voice drifted out softly:
“Sebastian, where did Hazel get that drug from? It really works-I haven’t had any bleeding since taking it.”
Sebastian comforted her.
“I’ll ask her. I’m sure she got it for you, but I took it without asking and pissed her off. I’ll talk to her-she’ll forgive me.”
Just as they reached the door, he caught sight of a familiar figure in the corner-someone wiping down a table.
He froze.
“Sebastian? What’s wrong?”
He abruptly let go of Vivian’s hand, straightened his tie, and walked over.
His voice was low, steady.
“Hazel? What are you doing here?”
Hazel stiffened. She turned slowly.
Sebastian’s gaze scanned her up and down.
Then his eyes landed on the words embroidered on her lab coat-Hawking Pharmaceuticals.
His brows furrowed.
“You work here?”
He knew her background made her qualified. It wasn’t surprising she’d been accepted.
Hazel gave a flat, indifferent hum in response.
He quickly took the cloth from her hand and tossed it aside.
“You know I never let you do chores at home. Why are you here doing grunt work for someone else?”
“I told you before, once you married me, I’d make sure you never had to suffer. You don’t need to work. If you need money, I’ll transfer it now.”
As he spoke, his phone beeped with a payment notification:
“V100,000 received.”
Hazel remembered the blank check he’d just offered for Vivian-starting at one million.
So this was what she was worth-a fraction of that.
She yanked her hand away.
Sebastian noticed her sulking and softened his tone.
“Honey, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you before. Don’t be mad, okay?”
Hazel looked at him closely, feeling like she was staring at a stranger.
Seven years together-and she never realized he was such a good actor.
He wore two faces.
Sebastian began to feel uneasy under her gaze, but just as he opened his mouth again-“Hazel,” Vivian said softly, stepping forward. Her eyes were misty. “Thank you. I’ve always wanted to thank you in person. If it weren’t for your meds, I wouldn’t have recovered so quickly.”
“So this is where you’ve been working-how you got the drug.”
Hazel couldn’t stand the fake sincerity. She cut her off, frustrated.
“I already told you-the medicine wasn’t for you.”
Sebastian, however, seemed to have an epiphany.
“No wonder… you had the drug.”
“I misunderstood you,” he said.
Hazel frowned.
“Misunderstood what?”
He pulled her into his arms before she could dodge.
He held her tightly, refusing to let go.
From above her head, his voice was soft and apologetic:
“You went through all this trouble, and I accused you of being selfish. I took your hard work away from you. That was my fault.”
“I knew it. You’ve always been kind and smart. Do you know how rare that drug is?”
He was getting emotional now.
He cupped her face with both hands, stroking her hair gently.
“Vivian’s still bleeding internally. She desperately needs more of that drug. Honey… I know it’s hard, but please keep working here. I’ll talk to Dr. Grant and try to find another way.”
Hazel’s eyes widened.
She stared at him in disbelief.
Pain exploded in her chest-like shards of glass ripping through her from the inside out.
He said he didn’t want her to suffer.
But now he wanted her to suffer for Vivian’s sake.
Sebastian. You absolute piece of garbage.
“Get. Out.” Hazel spat, shaking with rage.
Sebastian frowned.
“Hazel, you’ve always been so generous. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me,” Vivian said softly, reaching for her hand.
On her wrist, a ruby bracelet.
Hazel froze.
Her pupils contracted. Her breath caught.
That bracelet-she knew it too well.
Last year, on their anniversary, Sebastian had taken her to an auction. When he asked what gift she wanted, she’d pointed to that exact bracelet.
He’d bought it on the spot.
She’d even scolded him for spending too much-while secretly touched that he’d done it just for her.
But after the auction, he returned empty-handed.
He’d said the item had a flaw and was pulled from the sale. He took her shopping for handbags instead.
She’d believed him.
But he gave the bracelet… to Vivian.
Hazel hadn’t seen Vivian wear it until now.
And now, she flaunted it-on purpose.
Vivian met her gaze and smiled. Sweet and soft-but beneath it was a clear challenge.
It was deliberate.
Hazel recoiled.
“Ah!” Vivian suddenly cried.
She staggered, then crashed into a nearby cabinet.
Bang- Her head smacked against the corner.
She whimpered through the pain, teary-eyed and pitiful.
“Sister… I’m sorry…”
Hazel clenched her fists.
She hadn’t even touched her.
Vivian had done it on purpose.
Hazel immediately turned to Sebastian.
But what she saw was fury and panic in his eyes.
“How could you push her?”
Hazel froze.
He hadn’t even asked what happened.
He just assumed-she was at fault.
“I didn’t push her!” she shouted.
But he didn’t even look at her. He ripped off his jacket to stop Vivian’s bleeding, then picked her up and rushed out.
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