Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 558

The three of them walked out together, chatting and laughing. The atmosphere was completely relaxed and brimming with warmth.

But that idyllic scene shattered the second they stepped out of the inpatient lobby. They walked right into Julian Sinclair.

The easygoing vibe vanished instantly.

Willow's smile died, and a layer of frost settled over her features. Martha's warm expression hardened into a deep scowl. Even the gentle warmth in Silas's eyes vanished, replaced by an abyss of frigid hostility.

All three of them stared at him with absolute ice.

Julian obviously spotted them, too. He had come here specifically for this.

He had pulled some strings and found out Martha was being discharged today. He had taken time out of his busy schedule to show up in person, thinking it would earn him some points and that Martha and Willow would be grateful.

Plus, he knew Willow would be here. He hadn't seen her in ages, and he didn't know where she was living, so this was his only shot. He wanted to use this chance to tell her about Sinclair Group's recent successes and how, with WH's backing, they might even surpass Merit Biotech in due time.

He wanted her to realize what she was missing, hoping that if she was willing to come back and drop the divorce, he could still give her a position at the company.

But the sight before him burned his eyes.

Willow looked radiant and gentle, her smile soft—a complete 180 from the cold, defensive wall she always threw up around him. She was chatting happily with Martha and Silas. The three of them stood close, their chemistry effortless and natural. From a distance, they looked like a picture-perfect, happy family.

A wave of absurd fury crashed through Julian's veins.

They weren't even divorced yet! As long as the paperwork wasn't finalized, she was still Julian Sinclair's wife. And here she was, parading around with another man, without a shred of decency!

The rage boiled over. Unable to hold back a second longer, he swung his arm to shove Silas out of the way. "Move, Silas! This is between me and her. It has nothing to do with you."

Silas stood his ground, immoveable as a mountain, his expression devoid of emotion.

When his shove failed, Julian's fury spiked. He threw a punch straight at Silas's face, fast and vicious. But against Silas, his attack was clumsy and amateurish.

Silas kept himself in peak physical condition year-round. He was grounded, and his reflexes were lightning-fast. His dark eyes narrowed slightly as he leaned out of the way, easily dodging the brutal punch. In the same breath, his hand shot up, his fingers clamping down on Julian's forearm like a steel vice. With a calculated, restrained force, he completely immobilized Julian's arm.

Refusing to back down, Julian gritted his teeth and drove his knee upward, aiming for Silas's stomach in a desperate bid to gain the upper hand. But Silas was faster. He shifted his long legs, his knee blocking Julian's strike effortlessly. At the same time, Silas twisted Julian's trapped arm and shoved downward.

With a sickening thud, Julian's center of gravity gave out. His body lurched uncontrollably, and he stumbled forward, nearly face-planting on the concrete.