Chapter 137

The file revealed everything.

His name was Gregory, and along with his complete background check, there was a detailed report on his plastic surgery.

A full facial reconstruction.

Isabella remembered Gregory's original appearance. Just as Alexander had shown her before—he was Seraphina's personal trainer boyfriend from abroad.

"That's him! The one who assaulted Seraphina!"

Isabella couldn't contain her fury, the words bursting out before she could stop them.

The image of Seraphina being groped was seared into her memory.

Nathaniel cleared his throat, a wry smile on his lips. "Isabella, language."

"Typical Seraphina," Isabella scoffed.

Nathaniel's gaze darkened, simmering with barely restrained rage. "I thought she was just playing petty games. I underestimated her."

"But why would he need such extensive plastic surgery?" Isabella narrowed her eyes. "Unless Seraphina demanded it?"

"Keep reading," Nathaniel urged softly.

Isabella flipped through more pages and froze at a gambling debt contract.

"Half a million in debt. He's a gambler."

Nathaniel's voice was calm. "He's drowning in debt. Casinos, banks, loan sharks—they're all after him. The surgery was to disappear."

Isabella connected the dots instantly. "He was desperate. Broke. So he went to Seraphina, knowing she's loaded now as the future Mrs. CEO."

"Then Seraphina exploited his greed."

Nathaniel's breath turned heavy. He pulled Isabella into his arms, his eyes burning with fury. "Her condition was for him to hurt you."

"These two haven't finalized their deal yet. If Seraphina knew he'd make a move on me tonight, she wouldn't have staged her suicide attempt now."

Isabella looked at Nathaniel with admiration. "But in just a few hours, you've uncovered everything—even his gambling debts. Are you secretly a guardian angel?"

"Coincidence." Nathaniel ruffled her hair gently. "The casino he frequents used to be under my control. My people are still there. One word, and they spill everything."

Isabella's jaw dropped.

Nathaniel was that powerful?

Meanwhile—

Seraphina's suicide attempt had devastated Sebastian. Harrison moved swiftly to suppress the news, determined to protect the Kingsley family's reputation.

In the study, father and son clashed once more.

"Sebastian, there's only one solution now. Marry Seraphina immediately!" Harrison commanded. "If there's no time for a wedding, then an engagement—but do it now. Don't let this escalate further!"

"I'll help her recover from her depression," Sebastian said firmly. "But I won't marry her."

Harrison shot to his feet. "What did you say?"

"You heard me."

"Weren't you the one insisting on marrying her? You divorced Isabella in secret, desperate to make Seraphina your wife! Now you've abandoned your ex-wife, and your fiancée tried to kill herself because of you! What the hell is wrong with you? Are you even my son?"

Sebastian laughed coldly, the sound piercing Harrison's heart.

"You think this is funny?" Harrison snarled.

"Yes."

"Sebastian!" Harrison slammed his fist on the desk.

"If you'd told me to marry her for the company's sake, I might have respected your honesty. But using morality to pressure me? I learned that from you." Sebastian's voice was steel.

His bitter smile was impossible to read—mocking Harrison or himself.

Harrison stiffened. "What did you say?"

"Seraphina has changed. She's not the woman I wanted to marry anymore. I can't force myself to do it." Sebastian lowered his head, pain flickering in his eyes. "But she saved my life. If not for her, I wouldn't be here. I'll help her recover. And when she does, I'll end things properly."

"You're breaking up with Seraphina?" Harrison couldn't believe his ears.

"Yes."

"Sebastian, she has severe depression! She tried to kill herself because the wedding was postponed! If you dump her now, you might as well push her off a cliff yourself!"

"That's why I won't do it now. I'll wait until she's stable." Sebastian's resolve was unshakable.

Harrison collapsed into his chair, studying his son with narrowed eyes. "Is this because of Isabella?"

Sebastian's chest tightened, but he denied it instantly. "No."

"You may not have grown up with me, but I know my own son!" Harrison's voice turned sharp. "After your grandfather's birthday party, when Alexander took Isabella home, you were reluctant. I heard you even drove her back that day. You humiliated Seraphina in front of her. Sebastian, you've never been indecisive. If you didn't want something, you'd drop it without a second thought. So why can't you let Isabella go? Why do you keep giving in to her? And you still claim you don't love her?"

"I said it before. My decision about Seraphina has nothing to do with Isabella."

Sebastian stood abruptly, veins bulging in his neck. "Even if it weren't Isabella, Seraphina had no right to frame and hurt others."

"It's because she loves you! If she only cared about your status, why would she bother with Isabella? Women get jealous—especially over the men they love most! And Isabella is your ex-wife. Isn't it natural for Seraphina to feel threatened?"

As Harrison spoke, he thought of Eleanor.

Back then, Eleanor had been just like Seraphina—tearful, manipulative, clinging to him with desperate love.

To him, that was devotion. He believed Seraphina loved Sebastian deeply, just as Eleanor had loved him.

"Isabella used to love me too."

The words left Sebastian's lips before he could stop them, a pang of regret following instantly. "In our three years of marriage, she never hurt anyone. Since when did love become an excuse to destroy people?"

He didn't wait for Harrison's response, turning to leave.

"Sebastian! Are you going to let the Kingsley Group fall into ruin?"

"Don't worry. Even without marrying Seraphina, I won't let that happen."