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Julian's Stand in Wife

Chapter 972
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Chapter 972

No!

Not just Simon.

Diana had ruined Cecilia's life as well.

If she hadn't lost her memory, and if she hadn’t been such a smart Alec and thought she could help Julian pursue

Cecilia, Julian wouldn't have splashed paint on Cecilia. Things wouldn't have turned out this way.

And Simon...

If she hadn't pushed him away, if he had defended himself against her and attacked her the same way he was

attacking the bodyguards, he wouldn't have ended up crippled.

Diana didn't have the courage to open the door of the ward.

She was afraid of seeing his legs and the defeat in his eyes.

She leaned against the door frame, her entire body racked with tremors.

She took a deep breath, and called Julian with her phone.

"Go ahead." Her tone was sincere. "Go ahead and take care of Cecilia, and make amends on my behalf."

At the same time, Julian had been thinking about how he could apologize to Diana. Yet now, Diana’s words confused

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him.

He could tell that she wasn't being passive-aggressive. She was being truthful and telling him what was on her

mind.

It sounded as if she was shouldering all the responsibilities herself, as if everything had become her fault.

But she wasn't completely to blame for this!

Diana was partly responsible, sure. But at the end of the day, regarding Cecilia, Diana could be considered ignorant

in doing wrong with good intentions.

The biggest problem was in Julian's approach in dealing with his relationships.

A leopard can never change his spots. Or at least, not overnight.

Now that he thought about it, he had been rash when he fought with Diana last night. He felt more regretful the

more he pondered on it.

He decided there was no need for him to come up with the most perfect way to apologize. He immediately hung up

the call, and went to the guest room Diana was sleeping in.

As Nina said, honesty was the key to eternity.

However, Diana wasn't in her room.

Layla said Diana had put Betty under her care after sending Sean to kindergarten. She never returned after that.

Julian immediately contacted the bodyguards, who stammered their reply.

After probing further, he finally found out about Simon's accident and him getting crippled.

Julian felt like he had been struck by lightning. He rushed out of the room, and almost fell down the stairs as he ran

down. But even that was not enough to stop him from charging forward without a second thought.

"Drive!" he yelled hoarsely.

He wanted to grow wings and fly to Diana right now and give her a tight hug.

He wanted to comfort her.

Meanwhile, Diana collapsed silently in front of the door of the ward.

Her phone was ringing off the hook, yet she couldn't hear a single thing-as if she had gone deaf.

She simply continued leaning against the door quietly.

She was deep in thought about how...how she was going to face Simon later.

Should she smile and pretend that his legs were still fine?

No.

It would be too cruel to smile at him.

Should she cry?

No.

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Crying would only make Simon feel worse.

She could neither cry nor laugh. The best thing she could do right now was to compose herself and head in to see

him.

Yet, her feet seemed to be stuck to the ground. She couldn't move them, no matter how hard she tried.

Just as she was about to stand, she saw Julian appear right before her.

Fatigue was written all over his handsome face. Beneath that fatigue lay an aching heart.

"Why didn't you pick up my call?!" he asked.

How could she not tell him that something so major had happened?! She even made the bodyguards hide it from

him!

If he hadn't realized something was wrong, he would have remained oblivious about what had happened to Simon.

Diana was crouched on the ground, looking as fragile as glass-as if one touch could easily break her.

He recalled what she said over the phone just now, about how everything was all her fault.

He felt as if there was a hook piercing his heart, and someone was pulling at it. His heart ached, dripping with

blood.

Julian didn't blame her any longer. He softened his tone, and crouched down to her level. He pulled her into his

embrace, and said, "It's not your fault, Diana. You're really not to blame."