"Mr. Julien, the Lovces'' private physician is already on his way. Please hang in there..."


    "Our family isn''t short of doctors."


    Julien had his back against the two bodyguards. His voice was firm and cold. "I''m a doctor myself. No


    one knows my physical condition better than I do. Get out, both of you."


    The two bodyguards felt helpless. They exited politely.


    The moment the door shut, Julien crumbled to the floor. He vomited blood that he had been holding in


    forcefully. A pool of fresh blood stained the velvety carpet on the floor.


    "It hurts. It hurts so bad."


    He curled himself into a ball as he rolled around the floor in pain. Beads of sweat mixed in with his


    tears, streaming down his cheeks continuously.


    In the midst of the assault, Julien''s rage acted as a shield, rendering him almost numb to the physical


    pain. It was as though he had detached from his own body, insted from the agony that should have


    consumed him.


    But now, left to grapple with his injuries in solitude, the full extent of the pain crashed over him like a


    relentless tide. It surged through his muscles, gnawed at his joints, and seared through his flesh,


    engulfing his entire being in a wave of torment.


    "The pain is killing me."


    He gritted his teeth as tears continued flowing down his face. He looked extremely pitiful.


    "Jonah. I miss you. I miss you so much."


    Was he crying because he had just been beaten up? Or was he crying because he missed Jonah?


    But what Julien didn''t know was that Jonah was right by the back door to the Lovce residence. He


    was standing firmly in the cold wind. Tears started to well up in his eyes without him even realizing.


    At the end of the day, he couldn''t hold back. He took out his phone and dialed Julien''s number.


    All he heard was the automated message saying that the receiver''s phone was turned off. Jonah''s


    chest tightened.


    However, he thought it was for the best. There would only be bad consequences if he were to persist


    over something that would nevere to fruition.


    Julien''s entire body was trembling as he removed his torn shirt and changed into a set of clean


    pajamas.


    He was a clean freak. Yet, he wasn''t even able to take a shower because of the injury on his back. He


    could only use a damp towel to wipe the dirt off his body while forcing himself to withstand the immense


    pain.


    At this moment, Julien was truly happy for Mandy.


    She was able to live with the Taylors. They were such a warm andpassionate family. This was


    something that he didn''t even dare to dream of.


    "In the future... Never again..." Julien stuttered through his chapped and pale lips. He swung his towel


    into the water basin, making water stter everywhere.


    "Never again, my foot!"


    He didn''t want to give up.


    So what if Jonah were to reject him? If Jonah took ten steps back, he would just need to take eleven


    steps forward. Wasn''t it that simple?


    All in all, he didn''t want to be part of the Lovce family anymore. He didn''t care about anything in


    Mosgravia any longer. He only wanted to be with Jonah.


    He had saved so many lives. He prayed to God to grant his wish this one time.


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    Julien was in so much pain that he couldn''t fall asleep. So, he ended up opening the window on his


    balcony. He felt the cool, night breeze against his body.


    The cold helped to relieve some of his pain.


    "Tonight''s moonlight is so beautiful. It''s as beautiful as Jonah."


    Julien looked at the bright moon in the sky. He had a silly smile on his face. His thoughts were filled


    with Jonah''s charming looks.


    He recalled a poem that Mandy often used to recite when he was young. He had been away from


    home for too long. As a result, he could only remember one line from it. It suited this current mood.


    "No matter how far we are."


    Jonah, who was downstairs, was also looking up at the moon. It was as if they were telepathic at that


    moment. He uttered the subsequent line, "We can always share the moon and stars."


    He let out a deep sigh. He lowered his head, turned around, and started walking toward his car.


    In that moment of solitude and pain, Julien''s gaze inadvertently drifted downward, drawn toward the


    enveloping darkness of the night.