2024-09-30 19:01:00Hearing all this, Sebastian almost fainted. The emotions burning in his heart could not be contained. In an instant, anger took over him. With a swift movement, he knocked the lawyer to the ground and grabbed his neck tightly.
“You are indeed a cowardly man, a traitor! Insolent!”
He could not understand that the person in front of him was a traitor, a person who had messed up everything he had.
However, as the situation was getting out of control and the atmosphere in the room was tense, his wife ran over, quickly breaking a vase on Sebastian’s head. The sound of the broken ceramics made him jump, as if making him realize the bitter reality that he had to face.
Sebastian could not believe what was happening. In an instant, he was arrested by the police. His wife, who was now standing next to the lawyer with a straight face, claimed that he had intentionally hurt someone. Even their little daughter, Dinda, who had always been considered his hope and happiness, testified against Sebastian under the influence of her mother.
Sebastian tried to defend himself, talking about his love for his family. “That’s not true! Dinda, honey, please tell me the truth!” he shouted, but all his efforts were in vain. Right now, everyone thought that he was a criminal, and the accusations that were thrown at him trapped him in a seemingly endless maze of injustice.
In confusion and tears, Sebastian began to understand that Dinda, whom he had always considered his flesh and blood, was not his daughter. She was the result of his wife's affair with the lawyer in front of him. This betrayal was a deeper wound than anything a father could experience—he felt as if all the world and dreams he had built had collapsed in an instant.
Pain and anger mixed together until his life journey changed 180 degrees. Those seconds were moments of shift, when he realized that his sincere love and the sacrifices he had made so far had never been appreciated. Now, he had to fight to fight for the truth and reclaim his life from the clutches of lies and betrayal that stabbed.
After a while, the lawyer entered the interrogation room. Sebastian, who was handcuffed, could only glare angrily at him, feelings of helplessness and anger mixed in his chest. With an arrogant attitude, the lawyer told him about the divorce papers that would soon be effective.
"You have to pay child support of $ 10,000 every month," he said, each word flowing out with painful indifference.
"After all, even if you're not the 'biological father', the 'legal father' still has the responsibility."
The city felt uncertain, and Sebastian felt like his world was crumbling once again. Waves of anger and heartache enveloped his mind. How far could this betrayal go—and how much had he sacrificed without realizing that it was all in vain? The lawyer smiled sarcastically as he walked out, leaving Sebastian adrift in a sea of sadness and betrayal.
After the lawyer left, the police in the room began to feel that something was wrong. They exchanged glances, doubting the situation. However, not daring to go against the lawyer's famous identity and his father-in-law's powerful influence, they decided to detain Sebastian for the next two weeks. With no rebuttals, they chose not to get involved.
Inside the dimly lit detention room, night fell, and the most desperate moments consumed my time. Sebastian sat stunned, his mind wandering through various memories. The decisions he had made, the love he had given, all felt empty.
Amidst the sad silence of the night, the corridor door creaked open. The light flooded the room and revealed an elderly man in a neat suit who appeared in the doorway. “Young master…” he said softly, a hint of concern in his voice.
Sebastian stared at the old man, confused but feeling a new hope approaching. “Who… who are you?” he asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and resignation.
The man stepped inside, closing the door behind him, and approached with calm steps. “I am here to help you,” he replied in a calm voice. “I know you are in a very difficult position through all of this. But listen to me—there is still a way out.”
Sebastian was taken aback but at the sound of the soft, calm voice, his mind opened a little to hope. “How can this be?” he asked, wondering what could possibly be done to change his seemingly bleak fate.
The old man watched him closely. “Because not everything that seems to be the truth is the truth. Let us discuss what we can do to turn this situation around.”
In his heart, Sebastian felt something new—a hope, even amidst the obstacles and emptiness that surrounded him. Maybe, just maybe, he could find a way to fight for justice, to reclaim his life that had been taken away by betrayal and deceit.
Looking at the old man, Sebastian was shocked. The figure standing before him was no stranger; he was the head of the family that had been a part of his life. Sebastian, who had once been the young master of the family, felt a variety of emotions welling up within him. The displeased expression on the old man’s face made the police chief in the room tremble in fear, knowing how much influence and power the old man wielded.
“Young master, you are in a very disadvantageous situation,” the old man said in a stern tone, but there was still a gentle wisdom in his voice. “However, I am here to help you.”
Sebastian felt a surge of relief and hope. “You have come to help me?” he asked, almost in disbelief. He knew full well that this old man had extensive connections and could be the key to freeing him from this trap.
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“Yes, but we need to talk quickly. Things are getting worse out there. If there’s anything you need to say, now is the time,” the old man replied, glancing around at the policeman who stood there in fear. The chief of police was watching the situation anxiously, and he certainly knew how scary it was to get on the wrong side of the respected family’s caretaker. He fought to keep his cool, but his face showed how worried he was about what was going to happen next. Sebastian swallowed, trying to gather his words. “There’s a lot going on and I can’t explain it all right now, but I’m innocent. My wife… she set this up. I’m the victim of all this.” The chief of the family’s caretaker nodded, understanding the complex situation Sebastian was in. “I believe what you say. However, it’s important to remember that we need evidence and a strategy to turn this around.” As the argument continued, the policeman asserted himself and tried to press for an explanation. “Sir, we were just doing
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“But what about everything here? My life…” he answered, hesitant. He didn’t want to leave Isabella like this. “The family needs you now more than ever. This could open a new path for everyone, including Isabella and your child in the future.” The old man spoke wisely, triggering considerations in Sebastian’s mind. Finally, Sebastian felt a mixture of emotions—sadness for the loss of his mother, anxiety, but also a sense of responsibility for his father who seemed unlikely to last. Maybe, for him, it was time to try to understand the relationship even though there were many wounds that needed to be healed. “Okay, I’ll come back,” he said, his tone firm but deep down, he knew that this was a big step, full of challenges. Coming back, not only for his father, but also for himself. As the car moved away from the city, hopes and doubts mixed, but in his mind there was a belief that every step he took next would give new colors to his life and perhaps, could restore something that
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“I know this is hard for you,” his father replied, his voice low but firm. “But you are the only one who can do it. And if anyone can lead this family well, it is you.” There was silence, and Sebastian absorbed everything his father had said. He knew that taking on such responsibility would not be easy, but perhaps, this was a chance to make amends, and do something meaningful for his family. He nodded slowly, ready for the challenge ahead. “If that’s what I have to do, I will do it. For this family, for us,” he said, settling himself. At that moment, Sebastian and his father looked at each other, feeling a renewed bond. Though the road was long and winding, they were finally ready to bridge the gap that once existed, showing that in love, there is the power to start over. Sebastian heard his father’s words and felt the tension as his father began to explain the world he had left behind. “Our family is one of the few dynasties that has a huge influence on global industry. You may
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The worry and pain came back to him, because he knew how complicated their relationship was in the past. “Dad, I’m not sure I’m ready to deal with her right now. There’s a lot of pain that’s still bothering me,” he said. “I understand. But sometimes, in order to move forward, we need to face the past and resolve things that are unfinished. This could be an opportunity to find the peace you need. It will give you strength on your journey forward,” his father said, adding that sometimes facing memories can be an important step in healing. Sebastian was silent, torn between his past and the path ahead. He knew that facing Sara, and everything that had happened, would be a challenge. But at the same time, it could be a new beginning, a chance to close an old chapter and open a new one entirely. He considered all of this as he stared out the window, watching the scenery pass by, feeling the weight of the burden on his shoulders but also the hope that, maybe, things could be fixed.
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And behind every step he took toward Sara, there was a new dream being woven—a dream of starting over with his life, though he didn’t realize that behind it all, his father had his own agenda that could possibly shake the world he was building. Upon arriving outside the Blue Net Group building, Sebastian felt his heart pounding. The grand building stood tall before his eyes, towering with a professional and prestigious air. He swallowed, feeling a mixture of excitement and anxiety as he entered a new world. However, as soon as he stepped forward, he was stopped by the security guard standing guard at the entrance. “Excuse me, sir,” the guard said in a formal tone, “but we cannot let you in with such casual attire. Only employees who are properly dressed are allowed to enter this building.” Sebastian looked at the guard in frustration. He was wearing jeans and a plain jacket, perhaps not fitting the formal look expected in this building. “I’m Sebastian,” he replied with a slight
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After saving the woman, Sebastian took a closer look at her face and quickly realized that she was not Sara, but a woman who had been his co-worker. She was known for her beauty and always exuded a charming aura, but their circumstances had never been close. He remembered how, during their time working together, he had often kept his distance because he was married and wanted to avoid unnecessary gossip or rumors, especially because his wife was known to be abusive. “Thank you for coming on time!” the woman said, her voice calm and nervous. She was still sobbing a little, and Sebastian could see the fear in her eyes. “I’m not sure what would have happened if you hadn’t shown up.” Sebastian tried to reassure her. “You’re safe now. But how did you get into this situation?” he asked, trying to catch his breath. The woman shook her head, her face pale. “I was invited to meet some of the employees here, so I came to the office and… he just came up to me. I didn’t know what to do,” she
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The manager stood his ground, refusing to let Sebastian go. “You’re not getting away with this after all you’ve done! If you dare threaten one of our employees, I won’t hesitate to call the police and make your life even harder,” he said, his voice full of challenge. Sebastian felt a surge of anger but tried to remain calm. “I didn’t threaten anyone, and I will explain myself to the management. I have no intention of dealing with people like you, but if necessary, I will not let this situation go.” With that determination, Sebastian refused to back down. He knew that it was important to maintain his integrity, especially after saving Lila. He had no choice but to stand firm in his belief that what he did was right. However, the manager seemed to be getting more and more agitated and called out to the security guards who were hanging around. “Looks like we’ll have to settle this in a more… direct manner. Take action now!” Sebastian stared at the door as the two security guards
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Lila held Sebastian’s hand, feeling the throbbing of her own emotions rising. “Sebastian, let’s go,” she pleaded in a calm voice, but Sebastian felt the anger boiling inside him. In that moment, he realized that this whole situation wasn’t just about him—it was a battle to protect Lila’s integrity, too, and nothing would destroy the peace they deserved. With renewed vigor and determination, he said, “We will get out of here, and no amount of threats or taunts will stop us. We will face any challenge and show who we really are.” Those moments were pivotal for Sebastian—he knew that this situation would shape the next steps of his life. And while it all seemed hopeless, he was determined to never be left behind by this sickening situation again. They may face many difficulties, but with courage, they can find their way out. Sebastian escorted Lila to the front lobby of the Blue Net Group building, feeling relieved that they had managed to get out of the tense situation. He looked
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Rendy felt his body weaken, as if struck by a heavy stone. His legs could barely support him, yet he held onto Vina, who continued to cry. “No... it can’t be...” he murmured, almost as if speaking to himself.Panic and fear enveloped him, making him feel trapped in darkness. Each heartbeat felt heavy, and Vina's sobs reminded him of how fragile life can be. Rendy tried to comfort the little girl, even though he himself didn’t know how to cope with the overwhelming fear.As he stared at the closed ICU door, thoughts of all the worst possibilities haunted his mind. Rendy felt guilty, realizing that all of this was the result of his own choices. He wanted to protect Rachel, but now he found himself in a situation that endangered everyone he loved.The tension in the air became palpable, and Rendy prayed that it wouldn’t end in disaster
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Rendy looked shocked, but there was deep unease on his face. He knew the situation was worsening. Every word spoken by Sebastian only strengthened his resolve to protect Dinda, and Rendy felt cornered.Sebastian stood firm, trying to contain his emotions. He did not want to be trapped in this game, but the deep pain and anger pushed him to take action. In his mind, there was only one goal: to save Dinda from potential harm.They both fell silent, caught in a moment full of tension. Sebastian knew that the next step would determine not only their fates but also Dinda's future, which should not be affected by the selfish decisions of adults.However, before Sebastian could continue, Rendy knelt before him. His usually confident face was now weak and desperate. Tears began to flow down his cheeks. "Sebastian, please... don’t
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Filled with anger, Sebastian chose to confront Rendy. When he arrived in front of the ICU and saw Rendy there, without a second thought, Sebastian threw a punch. He growled with rage, his eyes red as he glared at Rendy, who staggered slightly from the blow.Without thinking, Sebastian grabbed Rendy by the collar, pulling him closer until their faces were just inches apart. "What are you doing with Sara and Dinda?" he hissed, his voice trembling with emotion.Rendy, still shocked, tried to defuse the situation. "Sebastian, wait! This isn't what you think!" he said, trying to keep his distance.Sebastian didn't want to hear any defense. His anger clouded his judgment. He wanted to know the truth, but right now, everything was blurred by his burning rage. He knew he had to listen to what Rendy had to say, but all he felt was the need to protect his loved ones.
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Sebastian tried to imagine how Rendy and Vina were feeling right now. They must be experiencing a mix of profound hope and fear. He felt compelled to be by their side, providing the support they needed amidst this chaos.His mind was increasingly filled with questions. He recalled how strange Rendy's behavior had been all this time. Rendy suddenly appearing in Sara and Dinda's lives, always looking for ways to get close to them. And now, knowing that Rachel had just undergone a liver transplant, Sebastian couldn't ignore his suspicions.Could it be...? No, that was too cruel. Yet, as he contemplated the situation, the question kept haunting him. Did Rendy really approach Sara because of Dinda? Because he knew Dinda could be a liver donor?Sebastian felt a deep discomfort. He tried to dismiss the thought, but the mo
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Sebastian walked down the hospital corridor with hesitant steps, his mind filled with questions. He tried to locate Rendy, Vina, and Rachel, but he had no idea where they were. The hospital corridor felt silent, with only the sound of his footsteps echoing, intensifying his anxiety.Each door he passed seemed to hold untold secrets. He felt the tension in the air, shadows of uncertainty accompanying him. Memories of their emotionally charged meeting replayed in his mind, making his heart tremble.Sebastian thought about Rachel, the helpless little girl, and how easily the situation could turn into conflict. He wanted to protect them, yet at the same time, he felt trapped in confusion.He glanced at the clock on the wall; time seemed to crawl. In his heart, he prayed for their safety and tried to calm himself. He knew he had to find them and get the necessary exp
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Rachel finally cried softly against Rendy’s chest. “Why is that uncle being mean to Daddy?” she asked, her voice trembling.Rendy comforted Rachel by stroking her back. “Uncle Sebastian isn’t mean, sweetheart. He’s just angry because of a misunderstanding. It’s okay now, alright?”Sebastian felt his whole body freeze. He didn’t know what to say. His anger and the burning suspicion that had previously consumed him now evaporated, replaced by a hard-hitting realization. This little girl, Rachel, should not be a victim of whatever was happening between him and Rendy.“I... I don’t know,” Sebastian murmured softly, his voice barely audible. “I didn’t know she—” His words hung in the air.“Rendy!” a woman’s voice called, making Sebastia
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Sebastian stood in the narrow restaurant hallway, breathless, his hand still clenched after hitting Rendy. In front of him, Rendy staggered, trying to withstand the pain, but his eyes still radiated tension, not fear.Before Sebastian could throw another punch, a small voice piped up, “Papa!”The voice made him pause momentarily. Rendy, looking startled, quickly turned around, his expression shifting from tension to worry. Sebastian realized that the voice belonged to Rachel, the little girl he had seen with Rendy and that woman earlier.Guilt began to wash over Sebastian. He saw Rachel standing at the end of the hallway, her large eyes filled with confusion, as if she didn’t understand why there was tension between the adults around her.In that moment, Sebastian felt as though a bell had rung, awakenin
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Sebastian tried to push away his wandering thoughts, but the curiosity kept gnawing at him. With each passing second, the feeling that there was something deeper than just a professional relationship between them grew stronger.He attempted to refocus on the meeting and the clients in front of him, but the image of Rendy being close to the woman and child continued to disrupt him, making him feel increasingly alienated from his surroundings.After the meeting with the clients concluded, Sebastian excused himself to go to the restroom. However, instead of heading to the toilet, he took a detour that brought him closer to Rendy's table. From a distance, he heard their laughter, warm and full of joy.The woman called out to Rendy in a very familiar tone, "Rendy, look at Rachel, she’s so cute eating
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Sebastian was having a serious discussion with a client at a restaurant, talking about the business strategy that needed to be executed immediately to win the hearts of investors. The atmosphere at the table was quite formal, though small laughs occasionally lightened the conversation. Lila, sitting next to Sebastian, appeared confident as she explained the technical details of their proposal. She spoke with enthusiasm, outlining figures and projections that were persuasive. However, despite her efforts to stay focused, Sebastian couldn’t fully shake off his thoughts drifting to Dinda. His image of Dinda, her smile, and the way she spoke kept interfering with his concentration. Every time Lila posed a question or asked for feedback, Sebastian was jolted back to reality, trying to push aside the longing that weighed on his heart. He struggled to provide the right answers, but his mind always returned to Dinda. Sebastian knew he had to be professional, but his feelings made it hard t
