Under the eyes of the entire room, Sebastian could no longer care about arguing with Isabelle. He grabbed the handkerchief from his breast pocket, crouched down, and pressed it over the scratch on her calf.
He raised a hand and covered her eyes.
"You're afraid of blood. Don't look!"
She clutched his arms with both hands, her breathing fast and shallow.
"No, Seb, I still can't..."
His expression tightened, and he lifted her at the waist at once.
"Hold on. I'm taking you to the hospital right now!"
He carried Isabelle straight out of the gala.
Everyone was stunned.
The whole ballroom fell silent, and every head turned toward Madeline, eyes full of pity and sympathy.
Anyone would feel humiliated watching her fiancé leave in public with his ex in his arms.
Then a disdainful laugh ra
