Chapter 972


    No!


    Not just Simon.


    Diana had ruined Cecilia’s life as well.


    If she hadn’t lost her memory, and if she hadn’t been such a smart Alec and thought she could help


    Julian pursue Cecilia, Julian wouldn’t have sshed paint on Cecilia. Things wouldn’t have turned out


    this way.


    And Simon…


    If she hadn’t pushed him away, if he had defended himself against her and attacked her the same way


    he was attacking the bodyguards, he wouldn’t have ended up crippled.


    Diana didn’t have the courage to open the door of the ward.


    She was afraid of seeing his legs and the defeat in his eyes.


    She leaned against the door frame, her entire body racked with tremors.


    She took a deep breath, and called Julian with her phone.


    “Go ahead.” Her tone was sincere. “Go ahead and take care of Cecilia, and make amends on my


    behalf.”


    At the same time, Julian had been thinking about how he could apologize to Diana. Yet now, Diana’s


    words confused him.


    He could tell that she wasn’t being passive-aggressive. She was being truthful and telling him what was


    on her mind.


    It sounded as if she was shouldering all the responsibilities herself, as if everything had be her


    fault.


    But she wasn’tpletely to me for this!


    Diana was partly responsible, sure. But at the end of the day, regarding Cecilia, Diana could be


    considered ignorant in doing wrong with good intentions.


    The biggest problem was in Julian’s approach in dealing with his rtionships.


    A leopard can never change his spots. Or at least, not overnight.


    Now that he thought about it, he had been rash when he fought with Dianast night. He felt more


    regretful the more he pondered on it.


    He decided there was no need for him toe up with the most perfect way to apologize. He


    immediately hung up the call, and went to the guest room Diana was sleeping in.


    As Nina said, honesty was the key to eternity.


    However, Diana wasn’t in her room.


    La said Diana had put Betty under her care after sending Sean to kindergarten. She never returned


    after that.


    Julian immediately contacted the bodyguards, who stammered their reply.


    After probing further, he finally found out about Simon’s ident and him getting crippled.


    Julian felt like he had been struck by lightning. He rushed out of the room, and almost fell down the


    stairs as he ran down. But even that was not enough to stop him from charging forward without a


    second thought.


    “Drive!” he yelled hoarsely.


    He wanted to grow wings and fly to Diana right now and give her a tight hug.


    He wanted tofort her.


    Meanwhile, Diana copsed silently in front of the door of the ward.


    Her phone was ringing off the hook, yet she couldn’t hear a single thing-as if she had gone deaf.


    She simply continued leaning against the door quietly.


    She was deep in thought about how…how she was going to face Simonter.


    Should she smile and pretend that his legs were still fine?


    No.


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    It would be too cruel to smile at him.


    Should she cry?


    No.


    Crying would only make Simon feel worse.


    She could neither cry norugh. The best thing she could do right now was topose herself and


    head in to see him.


    Yet, her feet seemed to be stuck to the ground. She couldn’t move them, no matter how hard she tried.


    Just as she was about to stand, she saw Julian appear right before her.


    Fatigue was written all over his handsome face. Beneath that fatiguey an aching heart.


    “Why didn’t you pick up my call?!” he asked.


    How could she not tell him that something so major had happened?! She even made the bodyguards


    hide it from him!


    If he hadn’t realized something was wrong, he would have remained oblivious about what had


    happened to Simon.


    Diana was crouched on the ground, looking as fragile as ss-as if one touch could easily break her.


    He recalled what she said over the phone just now, about how everything was all her fault.


    He felt as if there was a hook piercing his heart, and someone was pulling at it. His heart ached,


    dripping with blood.


    Julian didn’t me her any longer. He softened his tone, and crouched down to her level. He pulled her


    into his embrace, and said, “It’s not your fault, Diana. You’re really not to me.”