Julian’s Stand-In Wife By South Wind Dialect Chapter 132
Julian’s Stand-In Wife
Julianâs Stand-In Wife By South Wind Dialect Chapter 132 This was for the better. At the very least, Diana could see Oliver for who he really was. Julian wanted her to realize that not every guy from a rich family had the guts to steal his woman from him.
The wound on his back was still secretly aching. Julian looked at the empty corridor before turning to face. Diana. Her eyes were red, and she was still doing everything she could to break free from him.
Julian couldnât identify her emotions from the look in her eyes. He spoke in a calm tone. âDonât be afraid. Iâll go into the operating room with you.â
He wanted to personally witness Diana and Oliverâs baby being removed.
That was the only way he could resist the urge to kill someone.
It was also the only thing that would stop him from wanting Diana and himself to be joined at the hips!
Meanwhile, Diana was already close to feeling hopeless at this point.
She placed her trembling hands on his stomach. The thought of soon losing her baby devastated her, and she instantly started bawling her eyes out.
âAre you unwilling?â The more she cried, the angrier Julian felt.
Julian couldnât understand why Diana still wanted to keep Oliverâs child, even after the latter had shown how much of a coward he was.
âI donât care if youâre unwilling. You donât have a choice!â Julian added.
He wouldnât allow Diana to be with a man like that.
More importantly, he wouldnât let her have Oliverâs child!
Diana looked up at Julian and said in a wounded tone, âCanât I decide this for myself? Youâve never cared about how I felt, Julian.â
He could do anything to her because he didnât love her.
This was the harsh reality.
While Julian carried Diana, she silently caressed her stomach, as if she was bidding farewell to something very important.
Her tears soaked Julianâs shirt.
Julian was getting impatient. He directly placed her on a bed and sent someone to call for Vans.
Frankly speaking, Vans was extremely shocked when he found out about all this. When he saw Dianaâs tear- streaked face, however, he knew none of this was a joke.
Julian really did find out about Dianaâs pregnancy.
However, Vans had already destroyed all pregnancy test results. How did Grandma manage to get her hands. on them?
Vans didnât even get the chance to ask all these things. Julian already started pestering him. âYouâll carry out this surgery.â
Vans gave Julian a look that suggested the latter was insane. âJulian, this childâ¦â
He wanted to tell Julian everything about this child and who its father really was. He wanted to tell Julian how hard Diana had tried to protect this baby.
However, Diana shook her head.
It wasnât necessary.
Regardless of who this child belonged to, Julian didnât want to keep it.
If it wasnât his, he would feel that his ego as Dianaâs husband was being challenged. If it was his, he might get even angrier and think that Diana was lying to him. He would say that she didnât deserve to be pregnant with his child!
Diana didnât want to hear anything cruel from Julian about her child anymore.
Vans held his tongue and didnât say anything.
After all, he was an outsider. He had to respect the wishes of the person directly involved.
The lights in the operating room were soon switched on.
Vans put on his gloves and prepared various medical equipment. He then injected Diana with anesthetics.
Diana stared at the bright lamp above her. It seemed she was losing consciousness.
Julian looked at her lifeless face. At some point, he wanted to speak, but he chose to remain silent in the end. In fact, he looked away.
A surgery like thisâ¦
Probably hurt a lot.
Julian suddenly regretted forcing her into the operating room. Upon thinking about who the child belonged to, he steeled his heart. âVans, Iâm counting on you.â
Vans nodded. âItâs going to look awful. Youâre not a doctor. Get out.â
Diana heard Julianâs footsteps gradually fading away. There was a sarcastic yet numbing glint in her eyes. He knew how cruel this surgery was!
He too wanted to avoid looking at it!
What about her?
Diana was like a puppet in the hands of the puppeteer. From the day he chose her as Kaylaâs substitute, she was destined to be stuck in this situation and not be able to escape.
It was a shame she realized this too late.
Diana looked at the tray with a bloody object on it that Vans brought forward. She started crying profusely.
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