Once a Doormat, Now Untouchable

Sydney grapples with the emotional turmoil stemming from her feelings for Julian, who is tied to a family legacy she despises. The revelation that Julian is not Eloise's biological grandson does little to ease Sydney's anguish, as he remains a Sterling, a name associated with the downfall of her parents.

This conflict creates a painful rift between them, forcing Julian to confront the weight of his family's history while trying to reassure Sydney of his intentions. As they stand on the precipice of a crucial conversation, Julian's phone call interrupts the moment, bringing urgent news about Eloise's collapse. The gravity of the situation shifts Julian's focus from their intimate exchange to his family obligations, highlighting the struggle between personal desires and familial duty.

Sydney, sensing the inevitable distance this crisis will create, encourages him to go, her voice tinged with resignation and a sense of finality. After Julian departs, Sydney finds solace in the company of her friend Tiffany, who bursts into her apartment with infectious energy and a promise of fried chicken. This moment of levity contrasts sharply with the earlier tension, showcasing the support and camaraderie that exists in their friendship.

As they share a meal, Sydney reflects on the differences in their careers and the toll they take on each other, providing a brief respite from her internal struggles. The chapter encapsulates themes of love, loyalty, and the burdens of family legacy, as Sydney navigates her complex emotions while seeking comfort in her friendship with Tiffany. The juxtaposition of Julian's urgent family crisis and Sydney's moment of normalcy emphasizes the unpredictable nature of life and relationships, leaving readers with a sense of uncertainty about what lies ahead for the characters.

Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below **When The Ocean Learned My Name and Whispered It Back to You** **by Aurelia** **Novel 481** **Chapter 481** Since the moment the truth had unraveled before her, Sydney found herself ensnared in a relentless cycle of thought, one that echoed like a haunting refrain: 'If only Julian weren't a Sterling. If only he weren't Eloise's grandson.' If that were the case, perhaps she wouldn't be standing here, caught in an agonizing tug-of-war between her feelings for him and the lingering specters of her parents.

It was a tormenting dilemma that forced Julian into a position where he had to choose between the love they shared and the blood ties that bound him to a legacy she despised. Who was she trying to fool, anyway? Yet, when those words reached Julian, they carried with them a bitter sting, laced with irony that cut deeper than any knife. Not Eloise's biological grandson? That fact did nothing to diminish his identity as a Sterling. The blood that coursed through his veins was still steeped in the history of that family, a lineage that had once wielded the power to shatter lives.

the cost of those actions had already taken two lives? Any vow of vengeance felt hollow, a mere whisper against the roar of loss that

creating a small distance between them. "Go ahead and take it," she urged, her tone laced with resignation. She knew that whatever lay between them

taut with concern. "Mr. Sterling!" Jason's voice crackled through the line, urgent and clipped. "Madam Sterling has collapsed! They're taking her to the hospital right now!" In that instant, the corridor seemed to hold its breath, the silence amplifying every word as it reached Sydney's ears with a chilling clarity. She turned to Julian, her heart sinking at the sight of his expression hardening, transforming

and distance snapped taut once more. Family obligations versus the woman standing before him-there was never truly a contest. He ended the call, his gaze returning to her, but the words he intended to say caught in his throat. "I need to go to the hospital-" "Go," Sydney interrupted softly, her voice quiet but imbued with finality. She turned

the room, her hair a wild halo, a paper bag clutched in her hand. "Fried chicken! Want to eat with me?" she exclaimed, her excitement infectious. Having been trapped in back-to-back meetings since the late afternoon, Tiffany had finally escaped an hour ago,

friend, placing it into the microwave and pressing the start button. When Tiffany returned, her eyes sparkled with delight. "You even saved me food? You should've told me! No need for takeout then!" Sydney shot her a playful glare, unable to hide her amusement. "As if we could ever forget about you!" "You remembered to thank your mentor and his wife for me, right?" Tiffany teased, her grin widening as she linked her

already did," Sydney replied, affectionately patting Tiffany's head. "Now, dig in." Their professions could not have been more different. Sydney's work demanded unfaltering precision-diagnosing, prescribing, and conducting meticulous research. In stark contrast, Tiffany's role required a charm that could smooth over the roughest edges, endless diplomacy, and long hours spent navigating the whims of people she often found insufferable. It was exhausting, and Sydney could see the toll it took on