Chapter 966
Julian’s Stand-In Wife
âGone mad?â
Julian looked at Sue in shock. He felt as if someone had hit him over the head with a brick.
âHow could Cecilia have gone mad?!â
Did it have something to do with him splashing paint at her?
Sue heard his question, but didnât reply to him. Her eyes turned cold as she looked at Julian. âMr.
Fulcher, you are a father with a daughter. I suppose you can empathize with how I feel right now.â
In fact, it took extreme self-control for her to still be able to talk properly with Julian. If it were other people, they wouldâve charged forward and beat him up to a bloody pulp.
Of course Cecilia becoming like this had something to do with him splashing paint at her!
Though, Ceciliaâs personal factors played a part as well. For example, her lack of resilience, close-
mindedness, and obsessiveness.
Despite that, all these factors couldnât compare to the fact that Julian first got himself involved with Cecilia!
Julian had expressed his liking toward her, then suddenly splashed paint at her. That clearly played a greater role in causing Cecilia to turn out this way.
In other words, Julian had to bear 90% of the responsibility of Cecilia turning out this way.
Sue pointed at the dolls, and asked Julian, âDid you see all the dolls in here?â
Julian nodded.
âNo parents are willing to have their daughter be a stepmother. Even if itâs Julian Fulcherâs children, we wouldnât accept it!
âBut Ceciliaâ¦
âShe said that you two liked each other, and she found your children adorable. That made her think that being a stepmother wasnât too difficult a task.â
Cecilia was but a young lady.
A young lady who had never suffered any setbacks. To her, everything in this world was black and white-you either love it, or you donât.
She liked Julian; therefore, being a stepmother to his children was an easy thing for her.
Sue took a deep breath before going on, âThese dollsâ¦
Some of them are her favorites, and some she has owned for a long time. The ones still in their packaging were all meant to be gifts for your daughterâ¦â
She choked on her tears, almost unable to speak further. â Mr. Fulcher, if you still have a conscience, I hope you can take good care of Cecilia. Bear the responsibility that you should shoulder!â
At this point, Julian was unable to speak. He was overcome with shock and regret. He was deeply remorseful as well.
Sue wasnât wrong.
He had a daughter himself.
Betty was his precious darling.
If Betty encountered a man like him when she grew up, and ended up in a state similar to that of Cecilia, he might not be able to hold himself back from burying that man alive.
Yet right now, the Jarvises didnât berate him. They were even trying their best to remain courteous to him. Their cultured upbringing and impeccable manners were clear to him.
And Ceciliaâ¦
She was the most innocent of them all.
She shouldnât be sacrificed in his and Dianaâs relationship, turning from a naive and innocent heiress into a madwoman in the process.
The thought of Cecilia becoming like this made Julianâs head throb with pain. He looked at Sue.
âMrs. Jarvis. Regarding what you said, Iâd like to go back and think through it for a day. May I?â
Before, he promised Diana he wouldnât be autocratic and dictatorial. He had to discuss things with her before making any decision. He had to talk with her about taking care of Cecilia.
Sue nodded. âIf something isnât meant to be, thereâs no point trying to force it. Please go ahead, Mr.
Fulcher. However, I need an answer from you by tomorrow.â
Even after leaving the Jarvis residence and arriving back at CoIlina Villa, Julianâs mood didnât improve a single bit. His entire soul, even his body, looked heavy and depressed.
On Dianaâs end, she was in a similar state. She had gone numb since Simonâs accident.
Kikiâs hitman didnât hurt her.
Yet, in turn, she had hurt Simonâ¦
She shoved him into oncoming traffic with her own hands.
At that time, he could easily dodge her.
But because it was her, he was utterly defenseless and ended up getting pushed into the traffic.
Diana didnât mean to do what she did.
And yet, nowâ¦