My Unborn Baby Chose My Husband for Me novel Chapter 478

Seraphina looked at him, her voice turning ice-cold. "Sebastian, do you know what place they finished in today?"

"Rankings aren't everything."

"Sixth from the bottom."

Sebastian's face tightened with embarrassment. "It was just the preliminaries. It doesn't reflect the team's full potential."

"Do you even know who wrote their core algorithm?"

Sebastian scowled. "Sera, you don't need to throw technicalities in my face. I was just trying to help you."

"Do you want to help me, or do you just want to stand on a pedestal and throw me crumbs?"

Sebastian's hands balled into fists. "Why do you always have to twist my good intentions into something so ugly?"

Seraphina's eyes flashed. "When you manipulated me into handing my patents over to your company for free, you claimed that was for my own good, too."

The color drained from his face. "I've already apologized for that."

"An apology isn't an eraser. It doesn't wipe away what you did."

"I admitted I undervalued you back then."

"But now you're just clinging to Lucian. If you had to rely on yourself, could you really survive out here?"

Before the words fully hung in the air, the faint hum of an electric wheelchair approached from behind.

Lucian stopped a few feet away, with Christian standing dutifully behind him.

Lucian's gaze darkened as he stared at Sebastian.

"Whether she can rely on herself or not is none of your concern."

Sebastian turned pale but forced a tight smile. "Mr. Langford. I know you're protective of her. But keeping her on such a short leash will only guarantee she stays locked in a house forever."

Seraphina let out a sharp laugh.

She turned and faced Sebastian squarely. "Hearing that come out of your mouth is rich."

Sebastian's brow furrowed. "Sera, I'm giving you genuine advice."

"You used to demand I stay home to brew your herbal soups. You told me to stay out of the lab, ordered me to cut contact with my professors, and constantly lectured me about how a woman's true place was managing the household."

She took a step closer, her gaze piercing through him. "And now, here you are, lecturing me about the dangers of being a housewife."

"Sebastian, before you put on a performance, could you at least get your script straight?"

Behind them, Christian desperately bit the inside of his cheek to suppress a laugh.

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