True Love Deserves a Second Chance
Chapter 283 Loving Him for Seven Years

Back in the day, Sebastian lost his sight, and Number 11 lost her voice. They used this account to chat.

This phone was tricked out for the blind, reading every message out loud. And this number? Strictly for Number 11; he didn't hit up anyone else.

Sebastian stared at the message on his phone, deep in thought: [Number 99, can you see me? I'm waving at you.]

'So, the chick in front of me is the Number 11 I've been hunting for.' Sebastian glanced over again, and the woman, Lena Hayes, signed at him: [Number 99, long time no see.]

Seeing this, Sebastian's eyes locked. This was the only sign language sentence Number 11 had taught him back then. She'd said if they ever met again, she'd use this to let him know it was her.

Sebastian stood there, his intense gaze fixed on Lena by the window.

All this info was only known to him and Number 11. He shouldn't doubt her, but the timing of Lena's appearance made him suspicious.

'I just had a blowout with Joyce, and now Number 11 shows up. Coincidence or someone pulling strings? If it's a setup, who is she? And where's the real Number 11?' Thinking this, Sebastian nodded slightly at her and walked into the café. Lena couldn't hide her excitement. "Number 99, how've you been?"

Her voice was soft and soothing, like a lullaby.

Sebastian smirked. "What took you so long to find me?"

Lena's eyes welled up instantly. She stared at Sebastian for a while before speaking, "After I got out of the hospital, things went south at home. My dad's company hit a financial crisis, my stepmom ran off with another guy, and my dad, stressed out, jumped off a building. I took over the company, but a few years later, I couldn't keep it afloat and sold it."

Hearing this, Sebastian's eyes flickered. "You sold the company and then donated the money to the nursing home?"

Lena nodded slightly. "My dad was into some shady business. I didn't want that dirty money, so I donated it."

Sebastian looked at her calmly. "Then why did you leave a message saying there would be no more 9911?"?"

Lena's eyes looked a bit sad as she gazed at him. "I saw your news and found out you were the big boss of Winters Group. My dad's company was under investigation, and I was worried it would drag you down, so I cut ties. Later, I wasn't implicated, and I donated all the money. Now I have a stable job, and I think I've finally got my act together, so I dared to come see you."

As she spoke, tears shimmered in her eyes. Her gaze was pure, no hidden agenda, just like Number 11 back then.

Even knowing he was a big shot, she never asked for anything. Their bond was all about mutual support and comfort. No strings attached.

Sebastian took a sip of coffee, his expression calm as he looked at Lena. "What's your name, and where do you work?"

Lena replied, "My name is Lena Hayes, and I work as a secretary."

Sebastian pulled out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Lena, saying in a deep voice, "If you run into any trouble, call this number. I gotta bounce."

After that, he turned and bounced out of the café.

Watching him leave, the light in Lena's eyes faded. She pulled out her phone and shot off a message: [We met, but he's onto me. Can't get close.]

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Karl chuckled. "Sebastian's definitely gonna dig into Lena's background next. No way he's buying it just like that."

Logan sneered, "I'll make him believe it."

Sebastian stepped out of the café and, as soon as he got into the car, told Dominic, "Check out this woman named Lena Hayes."

Dominic asked, "Did anything seem off when you talked to her?"

Sebastian's eyes narrowed. "It's weird because nothing seemed off. She had all the answers ready, and she felt like a stranger, not like Number 11."

Dominic started the car and glanced at Sebastian in the rearview mirror. "If she's a fake, then where's the real Number 11, and how do they know your secrets?"

Thinking about it, Sebastian couldn't help but worry. He hoped this wouldn't drag Number 11 into trouble.

In the morning, Joyce woke up from a nightmare. She dreamed of Connie lying in a pool of blood, reaching out to her, tears in her eyes.

This scene kept replaying in her mind, along with Connie's painful groans. Joyce sat up abruptly, gasping for breath, sweat covering her forehead.

Just then, Benjamin came in, looking worried. "Joyce, another nightmare?"

As you reach the final pages, remember that 000005s.com is your destination for the complete story. Share the joy of reading with others and spread the word. The next chapter is just a visit away! Tears welled up in Joyce's eyes. "I dreamed my mom was covered in blood."

Benjamin hugged her gently. "It's okay, it's all over now. Cordelia's been sentenced to death. Once Ms. Guise's case wraps up, she'll be executed, and your mom can rest in peace."

"Dad," Joyce's voice was raspy, "Will my mom blame me for marrying Sebastian?"

Benjamin stroked her head softly. "No way. She picked him for you. She'd be happy."

"But she didn't expect Cordelia to hurt her. Theodore said when Mom died, she was clutching that ruby necklace. I think she knew Cordelia was the murderer. Was she trying to call off the engagement?"

Hearing this, Benjamin was at a loss. Connie clutching that necklace at her death had always been a mystery. If Connie knew Cordelia wanted to harm her, Joyce's theory made sense.

He gently patted Joyce's back. "Don't overthink it. You have to live your own life. Even if your mom didn't agree with your marriage to Sebastian, you two love each other and even have a kid. Are you really planning to give up on this marriage?"

Joyce's eyes suddenly reddened. She looked up at Benjamin, tears streaming. "Dad, I can't leave him. I've loved him for seven years. I can't bear to part with him."

She buried her face in Benjamin's chest and sobbed quietly.

Standing outside the door, Sebastian felt his eyes burn hearing this. He wanted to rush in and hold Joyce, but that sentence echoed in his mind again.

'Why does Joyce say she's loved me for seven years? Didn't we meet three years ago?' Thinking this, Sebastian felt like an invisible hand was squeezing his heart, making it hard to breathe. He wondered when Joyce actually met him.