“But that is absolutely not what every marriage looks like. I never want to divorce you, and my love for you is entirely real.
Maybe it started the very first moment you began treating my legs. I can't guarantee that incidents like today won't happen again.
The connections between the Blackwood family and other wealthy elites are complicated, and if someone truly wants to scheme, they'll pull every trick in the book.
All we can do is deal with the issues as they come. Marriage requires both of us to protect and maintain it. No matter what happens in the future, please promise me you won't make immediate judgments based on what you see. Give us a chance to talk and explain things first. Can we do that?"
Some schemes were incredibly hard to defend against. There were countless ways to engineer a perfect misunderstanding.
He would rather set realistic expectations now than make empty, dramatic vows just to appease her in the moment. If someone successfully set him up later, he would have no way to defend himself.
He needed her to understand that their marriage required mutual trust to survive the calculated poison of others. Do not easily believe the provocations and false accusations of others.
Stella agreed. "Alright, I promise. If women keep throwing themselves at you, I'll help you handle them. And if a misunderstanding happens, I won't immediately sentence you to death. I'll give you a chance to explain yourself first."
Julius lightly tapped her forehead. "It won't be 'explaining myself' out of guilt. It'll be me clearing up the truth."
"Fine, clearing up the truth. Speaking of which, there is one thing I'd like you to clear up right now."
She hadn't found the right moment to demand an explanation for this yet. She had always promised herself she would settle this score, and today was the perfect time.
Julius's mind raced. Aside from today's fiasco, he couldn't think of any recent suspicious behavior.
What could she possibly want him to explain?
"Alright, ask away."
When she entered the Blackwood family and eventually realized who he was, she had fully intended to settle the score. But seeing as he was a cripple in a wheelchair, she had let it slide.
Time passed, and she just hadn't found the right opportunity to bring it up. Today, she was finally going to get some answers.
Julius froze, searching his memory. June 29th last year?
It hit him. On June 29th last year, he had been executing a highly dangerous mission near Cove Village. He had been pursued by enemies, and his car was completely destroyed during the escape.
To shake his pursuers quickly, he had absolutely hijacked a motorcycle on the highway and fled. That was exactly when his legs were severely injured—an injury that no world-class doctor had been able to cure until he met her.
He had actually tried to track down the owner to compensate them later, but his investigation hit a wall. The license plate was fake, and the bike had been heavily illegally modified.

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