Julian was clearly tired.

His smooth jawline looked hard and cold.

The driver didn’t dare to say any further, and subconsciously breathed quieter.

“Sir… Your phone keeps ringing.”

Julian’s brows furrowed.

He knew.

The ringing were akin to whips slashing his heart. He didn’t dare to answer the call.

Seeing Julian looking helpless instead of flaring up, the driver couldn’t help but add, “Is it Mrs. Fulcher?”

Julian nodded.

He suddenly asked the driver, “Do you think I should pick up the call?”

“Sir,” the driver said solemnly, “why would a smart man like you suddenly forget basic courtesy when it comes to Mrs. Fulcher…?”

Julian was stunned.

That was true.

was only polite to answer someone’s

That was basic courtesy.

was he struggling

to visit them. Yet now, when he couldn’t head up, why wasn’t he informing

always be

he communicated with Diana, she

to pick up

he said fearfully, as the

further beyond the greeting, waiting for

what

quietly to the emergency

voice was tinged with

the world

come see us right

lying when you said

Glenwood Avenue!

not forcing you to come by putting a knife at your neck. Why crack just a cruel joke

Diana lambasted him like a

She was furious.

also

at fault. Had I known how unreliable you were, I wouldn’t have trusted

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