"What are you doing here?"
"Fiona is my ex. We ended on good terms. I'm just here to wish her happiness."
"Fiona's your ex? Not bad taste. I failed with Nina, so I'm here to try my luck. But honestly, stealing the bride at someone else's wedding isn't as thrilling as publicly announcing I'm your kid's father."
In a quiet corner of Bluebell Manor, Sebastian stood with a smirk, his expression utterly provoking. Fred's cold eyes, like an impenetrable wall, gave nothing away. No matter the insult, Fred showed no reaction, as if entirely immune to Sebastian's taunts.
"That apology from last time—completely fake, wasn't it?" Fred's dark gaze bore into Sebastian. "Was it the Foster couple forcing you? What are you trying to pull now? Did you come to dig up dirt on me through Fiona?"
"Exactly
