Remorse After Breaking Up



"Of course it's true. Why would I lie to you?" Sebastian replied haughtily.

"Congratulations, Mr. Luke," Francis said. His eyes were filled with envy.

Despite Francis having ascended to patriarch of the Sanders family, he remained at the early pinnacle stage of a divine grandmaster. Advancing to the middle stage seemed a distant dream.

Though seemingly narrow, the gap between a divine grandmaster's early and middle stages marked a profound disparity in power.

A divine grandmaster at the middle stage could effortlessly overcome one at the early stage, handle two without breaking a sweat, and even contend with three without much difficulty.

It would require at least four early-stage divine grandmasters to pose a challenge to one at the middle stage.

In other words, a middle-stage divine grandmaster wielded the strength equivalent to four early-stage divine grandmasters, significantly elevating their status.

Bruce clenched his teeth in a fury. "You're an Elder, yet you resort to such despicable and crude methods?"

Sebastian sneered, "I achieve my goals by any means necessary. A little underhandedness is no big deal."

"Very well put, Mr. Ethan," Francis said, his tone now full of sycophantic admiration.

Upon learning of Ethan's attainment of middle-stage divine grandmaster status, Francis' demeanor shifted from mere politeness to unabashed flattery.

Only those who had reached the Divine Realm understood the monumental challenge of advancing even a single step further.

Francis had been stuck at the early divine stage for ten years, underscoring the challenge.

The Phaedra Island boasted over 50 people who had reached the Divine Realm, but only about ten had advanced to the middle stage of a divine grandmaster.

Now that Ethan had achieved this level, he was undoubtedly among the top three in the Lennon family, a feat that would surely earn him immense respect and attention.

Sebastian turned to Francis. "I would like to speak with him alone. Is that possible?"

"Of course. I'll leave you to it. Just lock the door when you leave," Francis said, opening the cell door before departing.

Sebastian used his spiritual sense to ensure no one else was around and that there were no surveillance devices before stepping into the cell.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Bruce's eyes blazed with fury. "Ask whatever you want. But if you harm Lana, I swear I'll haunt you even as a ghost."

"Mr. Sanders, it's me, Sebastian." Sebastian's eyes welled up with tears.

Though their interactions were few, Bruce treated Sebastian like a son. In turn, Sebastian had always regarded Bruce as family. Seeing him in such a state was heart-wrenching.

However, Bruce's eyes were filled with suspicion.

"Mr. Sanders, it's really me, Sebastian. I've used an Art of Disguise. Do you remember when you told me the secret of the Ninefold Griffin Amulet in the hidden chamber?" Sebastian said.

"Sebastian, it really is you. What are you doing here?" Bruce immediately believed him, knowing only the two knew that secret.

"Mr. Sanders, what happened? You're the patriarch of the Sanders family. Why did they betray you?" Sebastian was perplexed.

"It's a long story. You shouldn't be involved. Leave Phaedra Island and don't ever be back," Bruce urged anxiously.

"How can I just walk away when you're being tortured and Lana is being forced into marriage?" Sebastian insisted.

Bruce shook his head. "You won't be able to save us. Don't throw your life away. Listen to me, leave and go as far as you can," he pleaded.

"Mr. Sanders, I won't leave. You need to tell me what happened quickly. If I stay here too long, it will raise suspicions," Sebastian pressed.