Chapter 637
Julian’s Stand-In Wife
Now that the two sisters had reached this point, it would be a lie for Diana to say that she wasnât regretful about it.
Despite that, there was no distress or reluctance in her heart.
Not a single bit.
The sisterly bond between her and Kayla had been slowly eroded by both the Winnington family and Kayla herself.
Diana gritted her teeth and looked determinedly at Julian.â That said, I still want to know what will happen to her.â
Though she sought revenge for every slight, she still retained a sense of humanity. No matter how many hardships she faced, her kindness remained. She was akin to a warm sun, and Julian was unable to ignore that wonderful warmth. It made him all the more eager to get closer to her.
Unable to resist his emotions, he chuckled, skin and bones shifting with his smile. âDonât worry. Iâll have Noel record the entire process for you.â
âBut what if the process is as bloody as what happened to Hansâ¦?â Diana choked out, a hint of reluctance flashing in her eyes. âMaybe I shouldnât watch.â
âWhether it is or not, youâll know once you watch it.â
Since he insisted on showing her the entire process of Kayla getting her just deserts, Diana had no choice but to agree.
So she nodded and said, âAlright.â
Then, she entered the hospital room together with Julian.
By now, the sky carried a faint tinge of white. The days passed slowly after the beginning of winter, and the pale light looked like a fish with its belly exposed-slow and heavy.
It wasnât exactly good weather.
As expected, by noon, a strong wind began to blow. Richburgh was always like this. Spring and autumn were brief like a gust of wind, but the harsh winters and scorching summers felt like lingering ghosts, swift and prolonged.
On such a day, Diana received her babiesâ ashes from Noel. She looked at the small tube, then stared at the minuscule amount of ashes inside. A sharp ache struck her heart.
No one could understand the pain of losing a baby better than her, and no one knew better than her the expectations she once held for her babies. She would rather have never experienced it than go through such a painful loss.
But now, all she had left was just a tiny bit of ashes to cherish. Consequently, she felt a certain gratitude towards Noel, since he handed the ashes to her.
At this point, Diana couldnât help but marvel at Julianâs cunning. The reason he didnât take action against Kayla himself was to ensure Diana would have a good impression of Noel, and not harbor any resentment towards him because of what Mr. Carter had done to her.
Diana cursed Julian in her mind. âCunning old fox.â
However, she had to admit that his method was very effective. She did indeed feel a growing fondness for Noel. At the very least, she was at least able to see him without prejudice, unlike before.
âHowâs Mr. Carter?â She still wanted to know the outcome of the person who had hurt her in the past.
This was the second time Diana inquired about Mr. Carter. Noel couldnât help but feel touched.
He answered truthfully, âMy father.Js not doing well.â
Ever since Julian dismissed the old man and he was forced to return to his hometown, he had wandered around like a lost soul. He even thought about pleading to Noel to take him back to the villa, as he hoped for a chance to beg for Julianâs forgiveness.
Noel knew better; if Julian saw the old man, it wouldnât just be a matter of begging for forgiveness.
Even Noel himself wouldnât be able to stay by Julianâs side.
It was an indisputable fact that Mr. Carter had been in the wrong. No amount of begging would change that.
âHe has aged a lot. He cries whenever he sees white powder, and sometimes, his mind is unclear.â
Despite Mr. Carterâs many years of service as a butler, Julian didnât look at all pleased when Mr. Carter left. Every word Julian said to the old man was piercing. What was more, everything Mr. Carter received from Kayla had been destroyed.
Mr. Carter had knelt in the mess; his knees bloody and the flesh shredded by the shattered porcelain, teacups, and wood.