His parents and grandparents had all left him behind.
He would no longer see Madam Fulcher jokingly accuse him of being an unfilial brat in the Fulchers’ huge old mansion, nor would he see her help him chase after his wife. From now on, no one at home would drug his food or scheme against him. There would also be no one standing at the gate bidding him goodbye, or calling him again and again, asking if he would be home for dinner.
That was his grandmother.
But from now on, he would no longer have a grandmother.
Julian’s eyes turned red once more.
He felt as if someone had rubbed sand in his eyes, so much that tears kept falling from them.
Madam Fulcher’s departure would be a pain forever etched in his heart.
Diana finally pulled herself out from her pain as she realized that the man next to her needed comfort more so than she did.
And yet, she had no idea how to give him comfort.
She felt all her energy gnawed up by the guilt multiplying endlessly in her heart.
That night, she didn’t sleep well.
She insisted on sleeping in Julian’s ward, and was naturally less comfortable than sleeping in her bed at home.
To make things worse, she herself was injured and mentally strained. She was unable to close her eyes to rest even until midnight.
Julian was the same as well.
He eventually patted the space next to him on the bed. “Come over here.”
Hugging each other for warmth was better than missing their loved one all by themselves.
Diana didn’t reject him.
She truly needed to be by his side right now.
When she laid down on the bed, she leaned more toward the edge of the bed.
She was almost hovering in mid-air.
Worried that Julian might find her in an uncomfortable position, she even deliberately grabbed his arm with her hand.
That would make him feel as if she was completely lying on the bed.
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