Her Revenge Was His Regret (Shirley and Gilbert) novel Chapter 402

She had successfully kicked Julia into the psychiatric hospital.

By the time the guards scrambled to help her up, it was already too late.

Julia, who had been poised and flawless moments earlier, was now covered in mud. The rain from the previous day had left the ground wet and muddy, and she was a complete mess.

Furious, Julia opened her mouth to scream insults, only to get a mouthful of mud. She looked utterly miserable.

She deserved every bit of it.

"What are you all standing around for?! Grab this woman and take her inside now!"

Julia was breathing heavily with rage. The bodyguards moved to obey.

Sherry spoke calmly, "I suggest you think twice before laying a hand on me. Lucas is good friends with your boss, and I'm Lucas' personal assistant. Hurting me is the same as attacking the Harrison family."

"Don't listen to this bitch's lies!" Julia snapped. "She's just an assistant. I'm Lucas' fiancée! Dealing with some nobody assistant is easy as hell!

"Don't worry—I'll take full responsibility for whatever happens."

Sherry turned to the guards. "Do you really think a powerful man like Lucas would keep a fiancée a secret from everyone?"

These bodyguards weren't stupid. They immediately stopped where they were.

They knew their boss would never be kept in the dark about something that important.

"What is this? You're disobeying me now? Mr. Holden said—"

"Mr. Holden only ordered us to protect you, not to carry out other orders."

It was the second time Julia had failed to command the men around her.

But then her eyes lit up, and her expression shifted to one of heartbreaking sorrow.

She stumbled into Gilbert's arms like a madwoman. "Gilbert, look what she did! Sherry's gone crazy! She hurt me so badly, I can barely stand the pain.

"She kicked me in the stomach! You know how important that is for a woman. What if I can't have children someday..."

Julia sobbed loudly. Gilbert had arrived with a heavy heart, remembering the promise he'd once made to Sherry—that he would never send her back to this place.

But when he saw Julia's pitiful state, his faint sense of guilt vanished immediately.

Julia had only taken one kick, while Sherry had been beaten by a group. She deserved it.

But with so many people present—and Gilbert right there—Julia couldn't drop her kind act.

"Ms. Campbell, please don't blame Gilbert. People with mental health issues belong in a hospital. It's only reasonable. You should have listened to him."

"Reasonable? Locking me up without any examination? You might as well just say you hate me and want me gone."

Gilbert frowned. "You don't have to put it so harshly. I'm doing this for your own good. Just look at yourself—you're acting no different than someone unstable.

"Behave while you're here, get better, and go back to how you used to be. Then we can still live together like before."

The hospital director, Eileen Gable, stood by, rubbing her hands together. "Don't worry, Mr. Bode. Anyone who leaves here will be obedient and ready to live a quiet life with you."

For the first time, Sherry felt genuine fear. Her palms were sweating.

This place didn't seem legitimate at all. It was the kind of facility that used cruel, hidden methods.

Even if she could fight, she would never escape a place like this. It felt dark and cold, like a prison.