Her Revenge Was His Regret (Shirley and Gilbert) novel Chapter 376

"I promise you—if you let her have this room, she'll treat you well in the future. Julia's such a kind person. If you're good to her, she'll repay you a hundred times over."

Lucas shot Gilbert a cold glance, then knelt down and lifted Sherry onto his back.

"Mr. Bode, do you even listen to the nonsense coming out of your mouth?

"You think a celebrity's image matters more than a sick person's life?"

Gilbert burned with anger at the challenge.

Julia was a wreck, her hand pressed to her mouth as blood still seeped from where her tooth had been.

She looked empty, destroyed.

He had never seen her like this, even at her lowest.

She had always been fierce, unyielding, convinced she was the best. That was what had drawn him to her.

That fighting spirit—no one could resist it.

Least of all him.

He'd once admitted to himself that when he fought to climb back up, the person he thought of was never Sherry.

Sherry couldn't give him that kind of drive.

She'd always seemed weak, easy to push around. How could she inspire anyone?

Everything he had, everything he'd become—he owed it all to Julia.

Sherry had just... taken care of him. Like any maid would.

He'd been kind enough not to say it to her face. He'd spared her feelings.

But now, seeing his bright, fierce idol broken like this... it was like his own guiding light had been snuffed out.

How could his mood not swing hard?

How could Lucas compare that to some cold?

"You act like this is some life-or-death illness!" Gilbert snapped. "Who hasn't had a fever? Who hasn't been cold?

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