CHAPTER 232: CHAPTER 232: DROWNING SORROWS IN ALCOHOL

"Desmond Fairchild, aren’t you going to offer an explanation?" Seraphina Sinclair’s heart plummeted into an icy abyss as she tried to suppress her rising anger and bitterness, coldly watching the two entwined figures.

Before Desmond Fairchild could speak, the woman giggled coyly, "Ah, isn’t this Miss Sinclair? As you can see, Master Fairchild is otherwise occupied right now, perhaps you should leave."

"Who do you think you are, to speak to me?" Seraphina Sinclair’s eyes were red, her voice cold to the extreme. "Desmond Fairchild, when I sensed something off in your tone last night, I rushed back in worry. Is this your surprise for me?"

Desmond Fairchild remained silent, his icy expression showing no sign of reaction. He looked at Seraphina Sinclair indifferently, as if he were looking at an unrelated outsider.

Seraphina Sinclair chuckled bitterly, holding back her tears with force. She threw the meal she had brought on the ground with unchecked disappointment in her voice, "I really misjudged you! You’re such a scumbag!"

Having said that, she stormed off in her high heels, disappearing from Desmond Fairchild’s sight.

As she turned away, the tears she had been holding back streamed down like a floodgate opening.

How could he do this!

How could he betray the love between them.

Desmond Fairchild, you bastard, you scumbag!

Crying and running, Seraphina Sinclair dashed out of the Cloudsea Group.

After she left the office, the woman quickly slid off Desmond Fairchild, her coy, teasing expression shifting to one of guilt. "President Fairchild, do you really want to do this? Madam will be heartbroken."

"Only by keeping her away from me will she be safe now." A flash of agony crossed Desmond Fairchild’s eyes as he swiftly moved to the window, watching the figure sprint away and drive off into the distance.

Only then did he slowly pick up the tossed meal by Seraphina Sinclair, opening it to see the food inside had already been smashed to a pulp, but he began eating it without disdain.

This was the dinner specially brought by his dear Seraphina; how could he not eat it.

Watching his pained expression, Natalie Summers could only sigh.

What a pity, loving each other so much but having to use this method to push her away. Once things settle, if he wants to return to Seraphina, it might be too late.

"Handle the issue over in Region Y. Find the traitor as quickly as possible." Desmond Fairchild put down his chopsticks, his expression hard to describe. As long as the internal situation remains unresolved, Seraphina Sinclair and Jude Sinclair will still be in danger.

He once thought he could protect them, mother and son, well. But the enemy is pervasive; he finds it hard to assure he can care for them thoroughly, everywhere.

For now, this is the only way to possibly ensure their safety.

Natalie Summers nodded, "Rest assured, I will handle it swiftly. You and Quentin Jennings should also be careful; there are more than one forces targeting us, with two visible on the surface. We can never let our guard down."

"Place someone to follow her and report back to me with any developments immediately." Desmond Fairchild instructed Quentin Jennings.

Quentin Jennings understood Desmond Fairchild’s intentions well, although he felt sorry, he could only comply.

Indeed, one shouldn’t have feelings. Once feelings emerge, they become vulnerabilities; now Seraphina Sinclair and Jude Sinclair have completely become Desmond Fairchild’s weak points.

Everyone knows that by grasping either of them, they can make Desmond Fairchild comply.

But Desmond Fairchild refuses to be manipulated.

After running out of the Cloudsea Group crying, Seraphina Sinclair did not immediately return to Azure Cloud Shores. The images of Desmond Fairchild and Natalie Summers being intimate replayed incessantly in her mind, triggering nausea as she parked by the roadside and vomited.

She is not impulsive, so she waited for Desmond Fairchild to explain. As long as he was willing to explain, she was willing to believe him. But he didn’t, not even willing to say an extra word.

After vomiting, Seraphina Sinclair felt somewhat relieved. Yet, with the weight of a thousand-pound stone on her chest, even breathing was difficult.

"Desmond Fairchild, how could you treat me like this?" She murmured sitting by the roadside, tears gliding down her cheeks, her chest aching as if it were being torn apart, threatening to collapse.

With tears in her eyes, she looked up, spotting a small bar on the street. She charged in, tossing a card at the bartender, saying, "Give me all your most expensive liquor, one by one."

Seeing her as a big spender, the bartender immediately had all the premium drinks lined up and escorted Seraphina Sinclair to a booth.

Several opportunists approached hoping to drink with her, but Seraphina Sinclair drove them away, "Scram! I don’t need your company!"

She cried as she drank, gulping down pure liquor she usually mixed with soft drinks straight from the bottle.

Perhaps it was due to heartbreak or something else, though she normally didn’t hold her liquor well, this time she drank several bottles without passing out.

As she drank, she muttered Desmond Fairchild’s name, unable to erase the image of him with Natalie Summers embedded in her mind despite the alcohol consumed.

"Scumbag! How are you any different from Ethan Lloyd!" Seraphina Sinclair screamed through gritted teeth, sobbing wildly.

She couldn’t recall the last time she was so anguished, the feeling of her soul being ripped from her body, the pain suffocating.

She didn’t know how much she drank until her consciousness blurred.

She grabbed a person who approached, crying, "Do you think he’s still human? I finally overcame my heart’s barrier and decided to be with him, how could he treat me this way."

"How could he withdraw so unhesitatingly after I gave my all to this relationship." Seraphina Sinclair cried and laughed, her smile bleakly heart-wrenching.

"I originally thought he was different from Ethan Lloyd, thought he would love me well, and even planned to marry him once I recovered, but it turns out I was just a joke to him. Watching me drown daily in his trap, he must be quite pleased."

Choking on sobs, Seraphina Sinclair raised the liquor on the table to her mouth but it was snatched away by a strong arm beside her.

A heartfelt voice echoed in her ear, "Seraphina, stop drinking."

"Who are you? Stay out of my business, go away." Seraphina Sinclair was too drunk to see the person’s face, only recognizing the voice sounding like Desmond Fairchild’s, prompting a cold laugh.

But Desmond Fairchild must be with that woman now, how would he have time to concern himself with her?

"Let me tell you, that bastard Desmond Fairchild, no matter what he says or does to me in the future, even if he kneels for forgiveness, I won’t turn back."

Seraphina Sinclair chuckled bitterly, tears breaking through again, "I gave my heart to him, and this is how he repays me. Is it because I’ve done something wrong? I’m wealthy, beautiful, and the mother to his son, what right does he have to treat me like this? Isn’t he an absolute bastard?"

"He is."

"Right, he’s a complete bastard, he’ll get struck by lightning." Seraphina Sinclair laughed loudly, "Scumbags always face retribution!"