Chapter 983

Simon couldn’t utter a word in response.

After a while, he muttered in a subdued tone, “Diana isn’t yours. You’re already divorced.”

Julian didn’t yield an inch. “It seems you know everything. I thought the car accident damaged your brain, since you didn’t even know that she used to be your sister-in-law. But I guess you’re well aware of everything.”

He looked at Simon’s legs as he spoke.

Julian didn’t believe it. He found it hard to stomach that someone like Simon didn’t care about his legs.

Sure enough, Simon’s eyes flashed in resentment.

“Julian!” he snarled.

If Julian wanted to mock Simon, he should do it openly and honestly. Why beat around the bush?

“Yeah?” Julian responded with a faint nod. “I’m listening.”

With that, he lifted the bowl and brought it to Simon’s lips.” Drink. My girlfriend gave me specific instructions to make sure you finish this stew.”

Julian emphasized the words “my girlfriend,” causing Simon to clutch his legs tightly.

Did he regret it?

After the car accident, Simon frequently asked himself this question over the past few days.

Did he regret it?

When he saw the car about to hit him, he still allowed Diana to push him, resulting in his disabled legs-

did he regret it?

No, he didn’t.

That was what the voice in his heart told him.

Since he couldn’t compete openly with Julian, he would resort to underhanded methods.

He smiled again. “Thank you, Brother.”

Yet, the malevolence in his eyes remained. It was a stain that couldn’t be wiped away.

He was different from Oliver. When Oliver smiled, there was genuine warmth. While Oliver carried warmth, Simon was always accompanied by a shadow-even in his warmth.

He took a sip, and said, “Brother.”

“Hmm?”

“I’ll take her away sooner or later.”

Every word he spoke was a provocation. Julian’s hand trembled; no matter how good his temper was, he couldn’t suppress his anger. “Say that again?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

Suddenly, Simon lowered his head, as if he had been deeply wronged. “Brother, please don’t drive me away.”

Julian was somewhat baffled. Suddenly, Diana’s loud shout cut through the air.

“Julian! I told you not to give Simon a hard time! If you don’t like delivering things to him, just don’t do it.”

Diana appeared with a frosty expression. She took away the bowl from Julian as she rebuked him.

Then, she pushed him out and returned to Simon’s room. She fed Simon bit by bit, consoling him and telling him not to mind Julian’s attitude.

Julian was upset. He stood at the doorway, and waited for Diana to come out.

“Don’t mind my attitude? What attitude?”

There was no warmth in his eyes, only coldness that sent shivers down Diana’s spine.

“Let’s not argue here.” She sighed, and led him away from Simon’s room.

They walked until they reached a corner, where she stopped. She stared intently at him, yet she didn’t say a word.

It was a sign of her discontent.

“I didn’t do anything before you came in.” Julian said. Ultimately, he compromised first. “He was the one putting on an act. He pretended to be a victim.”

Julian was dismissive of such behavior. Simon was a man, but he resorted to such underhanded means…

“Who knows, he might have intentionally injured his legs too!