"... Mm." Corey Johnsons just gave a low grunt.
Regarding his wife's miraculous recovery, his emotions were complicated...
If he had known back then that Lucy would leave, and Julian would become so dejected, he would've begged her not to do anything foolish, even at the risk of his own life.
But now, it's too late for anything.
Where can you find a cure for regret?
He's lived a lifetime and still hasn't grasped this truth...
In the end.
Julian was carried by his father to his grandmother's hospital ward and placed on a large chair that accommodated him.
Seeing his despondent and dejected state, Ruth Upperton couldn't help it. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she weakly rasped, "Julian... it's your grandmother's fault... I'm sorry... I know everything now... that girl saved me... and left without a word... you... go find her... please..."
The last "please" was drawn out, melancholic and long.
It pierced the heart like a needle.
Everyone present couldn't help but shudder.
