She Accepted Divorce, He Panicked

079 Dear Father

Scarlett's POV

Warmth calms.

I never understood why in movies the victims are all given an orange blanket even if they aren't wet. Now I know. At the moment of shock, a blanket can work magic, and calm your jittery nerves. But after calmness, embarrassment hits.

I hug myself, sitting in the back of the ambulance, feeling my ears burn.

What did I just do?!

I cried and snuggled in the arms of a basically stranger! Who is going to be my boss that I would meet on a daily basis?

Can I

"Here,"

it now...?

A warm cup touches my cheek lightly, and I look up startled, only to see Adrian's chuckle. In his hand a small cup of hot milk,

How did he even get milk here?

Mumbling thanks, I take the milk from him and lower my eyes, having no courage to look at him. But I didn't miss the slight tremble of his arms.

"Sorry about that," I land my eyes on his shivering hand, "I should have walked down

on my own."

Adrian raises his own hand, staring at it for a second before he sighs with a self-mocking laugh: "They were shaking more heavily than this when I went up."

I open my eyes wide at his words, dare not to think into what they mean.

They are not shaking at tiredness...but out of worry...about...me? I can't even begin to imagine how that feels like and how that could be true.

I just pretend I didn't get it and keep my head low. He doesn't press on, either.

"Back off," Adrian suddenly says, his voice gentle but his tone icy cold. I look up, only to see Sebastian stopping in front of us, a few steps away, "This is her ambulance,

nt of us, a few steps away,

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go get your own."

I glance at Adrian, and for some reason I feel like he is furious. I tilt my head slowly, and I see the source of the annoying cry that has been in the background - Ava, in a horrifying cry as she lies on a stretcher, alone on the ground. Did Adrian get this ambulance just for me? I just thought it came with the police.

"I just want to come and check..." Sebastian mumbles in a small voice, his eyes on me with cheap worry, "Scar, how are you feeling-?"

"Not good enough to donate blood," I cut him off coldly.

He is the last person I want to see right now. How cruel does one need to be to come demand that from me at such a moment?! Not to mention, I would have been in

shape to help her, if she didn't drag me into this in the first place.

"That's not what I meant," Sebastian says

-just-"

with hasty, "I know you are shaken up, and

I look up at him calmly, can't help but smirk coldly. He stops talking.

"That's not why you are here?" I ask him slowly, tasting those words as they make me laugh, "Why are you here then?"

"Scar..." He sighs with a resigned look, but then he softens his tone the next second, I just want to check if you are alright, nothing more." Is that special treatment for being the victim of his beloved?

Before I could even answer, an august voice cuts in: "Is she physically injured? Ava can't wait for too long."

Jack Fuller. My dear father.

Apparently coming to see what takes Sebastian so long to get the ambulance for Ava, his whole body shouts impatient as he stands beside Sebastian.

A flame of anger lights up in my chest,' its burning tongue grazing the insides of me.

"I called this ambulance, for HER." Adrian steps up, between me and my "family". His hands are casually in his pocket, but a fierce aura is spouting out of him, "I won't repeat myself. Go away and get your urgent patient your own ambulance!" pull the corner of Adrian's suit.

His words would sound bad if used by someone with ill intentions. He should know

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"It's okay," He pats the top of my head gently, and when he is smiling at me, suddenly the fierce aura is all gone, "I won't let them hurt you, never again."

"Who the hell are you?!" Jack Fuller steps up like an angry bull, "She is MY daughter! And she is sharing the ambulance with HER sister!"