Seriously, How Did He Win My Heart

Chapter 360 It's All His Fault

Julian looked at the old lady with a lean face. "You pushed her in all sorts of ways, couldn't wait to bring

her to the doctor, couldn't wait to get back together with her, but did you ever think about her feelings?"

Frances said bluntly

"The more you push her, the more anxious she gets inside and the more stressed she gets."

"She's not the type to cry or make a scene, so she'll only keep all her bitterness bottled up in her heart.

Won't she suffocate herself?"

Although Frances had never met Emelia and Julian, she had heard Abigail talk about them. Although it

was a few words, it was enough for her to figure out Emelia's character.

She was soft-hearted, not good with words or spilling her guts, so no wonder her so-called mother-in-

law gave her a hard time.

The most critical thing was that she was still in love with Julian, so it was desperate and painful for her

to learn that she couldn't give birth to for the man she loved.

On the contrary, Julian was pressing her too much.

To outsiders, Julian's undying love was romantic, but to her, it was over-stressed, right?

Frances's words caused Julian to fall into the sofa as if his strength drained from his body.

He knew he had pushed Emelia too hard, but he couldn't control himself.

Only at this moment did he come to his senses when he heard the reason for Emelia's illness.

Remorsefully pinching his forehead hard, he scolded himself repeatedly, "It's my fault. It's all my fault. I

was too selfish."

"No more treatment. I'll take her back when she gets better. I'll let her go back to the Capital and won't

see her again for a short time." Julian wished for nothing but her health, even if she didn't return to him.

He only wanted her to be healthy and safe.

When Julian made his decision, Frances reprimanded, "I'll attend her now that she's here, or you will

torture her again."

Abigail asked joyfully, "So she will recover?"

"All I can say is that I'll do my best." Frances said in a gruff voice, "Her mother must have suffered a lot

when she was pregnant since she is so weak and has a low intolerance of coldness. To be benign in

gynecology, we have first to get her body's foundation in order."

Julian thought of Emelia's mother. She must have been desperate since Vincent had no news back

then, and an unmarried girl with a big belly must be ashamed to see others. How could the child in her

belly get well if she could not eat or sleep well?

Frances added, "If possible, it would be best for her to stay with me for a while so that it is convenient Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

for me to take her pulse and treat her every day." Julian hurriedly said, "he is a freelance scriptwriter, so

that's great." He said it because he felt it was suitable for Emelia.

However, Frances grunted, "Young man, you should make fewer decisions for her. How do you know

she wants to stay?"

Her words depressed Julian, but he could refute nothing.

Frances was right. He should never make decisions for her in an unjust manner again. If he hadn't

insisted on bringing her here, she wouldn't get the illness.

No wonder she was reluctant when he introduced her to the doctor at Arthur's office. Whereas he

thought she was being too negative and threatened her harshly back then.

He was really evil.

Abigail saw Julian fall back into self-blame and warmly reassured, "Don't overthink first. Wait for Emelia

to wake up."

Frances sighed and took a look at the haggard girl, "Let her stay here tonight, and ask her when she

wakes up."

After finishing speaking, Frances left the ward, Abigail accompanied her back to the hotel. At the same

time, Julian stayed behind to look after Emelia, never leaving her.

Because of the drip, Emelia's fever subsided a bit in the second half of the night, but it was far from

recovering.

When Emelia woke up the next day, she saw an exhausted Julian with red bloodshot eyes.

It wasn't that he was physically tired but collapsed, and his guilt and remorse had torn him up all night.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have shown such a sad face in front of Emelia anyway.

Emelia asked him weakly, "What's wrong with you?"

He was in high spirits yesterday.

Turning to look at her surroundings, she asked again, "What's wrong with me?"

Weren't they at the hotel?

She remembered that they had fallen asleep cuddled together.

Julian stared at her without saying a word as if he wanted to carve her figure into his heart.

Emelia was about to ask him what happened when she saw his tears welled up. She was startled.

"What's wrong? You're not going to cry, are you?"

A few days ago, Julian had complained to her, saying that he was the one who should cry the most.

She thought she couldn't imagine what he would be like when crying, but she didn't expect to see his

tears now.

Julian was as vulnerable and helpless as a child.

"I'm sorry." Julian held her hand hard with an apologetic tone, "You have inflammation. Last night you

had a fever and you passed out."

Emelia was surprised.

Had she fallen ill so suddenly? Before, she felt dizzy, but she didn't expect to have a fever straight

away.

"Frances and Abigail said that you held back your feelings and had been endured, and I was the culprit

who pushed you."

Julian's eyes reddened once again after saying a few words.

Emelia was bewildered, and then she smiled and soothed him, "It's me who can't think straight. It has

nothing to do with you."

When she took all the blame on herself, Julian became more uncomfortable.

Yes, Frances was right. Emelia was not good at complaining or spilling her guts but only took

everything on herself and rarely blamed others. It was strange that she would not get sick like this.

Emelia changed the subject, "The doctor, she's here already?"

"Yes." Julian said, "When she heard that you were sick yesterday, she came here overnight."

"Abigail just called to say they're on their way here, and they'll talk to you later." After being

reprimanded by Frances, Julian had been smarter and said only what was necessary.