Chapter 1002 - 994: I Don’t Blame You, Bro (2)

Chapter 1002: Chapter 994: I Don’t Blame You, Bro (2)

Then he started running desperately in the opposite direction.

And at that moment, it was as if some mysterious force was dragging him away.

Suddenly, Tiana’s voice by his ear stopped echoing in the emptiness.

"Julian, wake up, look at me."

"I’m sorry, Julian. As long as you wake up, I’ll do anything you want."

"Punish me if you want, hit me, yell at me if you want, even... even if you hate me, it’s fine, as long as you wake up. Just wake up, please."

At this moment, Julian Ford opened his eyes.

His heartbeat suddenly returned to normal, and the Ford brothers in the room all lit up with joy when they saw it.

Sebastian Ford was overjoyed and said excitedly, "Julian’s awake, he’s awake!"

Everyone looked toward the bed, and only then did they realize that he really had woken up, though his eyes were still a little unfocused.

Hearing this, Tiana Thorne hastily wiped away her tears. A sudden fear rose in her heart—she was afraid of seeing the disappointment in Julian’s eyes.

So afraid, so very afraid...

Instinctively she took a step back, not daring to meet his gaze.

Her heart was restless. She knew that no matter how much resentment Julian might be harboring right now, she ought to bear it.

As long as he woke up, it was enough. Everything would slowly get better.

Isaac Ford leaned in, asking with concern, "Julian, how are you feeling?"

Maxim Ford was just as emotional. He hurriedly shouted, "Go call the doctor to come take a look, hurry."

Vincent Ford, swept up in the excitement, turned to head out. Seeing his sister with tear stains on her cheeks and eyes full of guilt, he placed one hand on her back, as if to comfort her.

Then he gently pushed her toward Julian’s bedside. "Stay here and talk to Julian. You’re the one who woke him up."

That one sentence carried a deep warmth, so very gentle.

Her eyes reddened. "Milo."

Seeing this, Vincent Ford soothed her tenderly, "It’s okay, sweetheart, it’s all okay now."

Milo’s words gave her courage.

After that, she went out to call the doctor.

Tiana Thorne stood by the window, lowering her gaze to look at Julian.

Milo was right. Julian’s okay now, and that’s all that matters.

Julian Ford’s mind was still a blank, a complete mess. What he remembered most clearly was the words Tiana had said when she stabbed him.

"Julian, why didn’t you find me sooner? Why did you let me suffer? Why, why?"

Her agitated, anguished voice still echoed by his ears, so painfully real.

He suddenly felt a sharp ache in his chest; the pain tugged at his wound, making his breathing a little rapid.

All these years, Tiana really hadn’t had it easy.

She must resent him, at least a little.

Seeing this, Tiana Thorne grew agitated. She didn’t know if Julian now hated her, but by instinct she reached out to hold his hand. "Julian, calm down, Julian."

Hearing her voice, Julian Ford’s emotions eased noticeably.

He turned his head and saw her swollen fox-like eyes, and all the worry and fear filling them.

Everything that had happened that night suddenly felt like a dream.

She was still the little sister he cherished most.

He moved his lips, but the pain kept him from saying a single word.

Tiana Thorne gripped his hand tightly and whispered softly, "Julian, I’m sorry. I just want you to be okay. If you don’t want to see me, I can leave for a while, but promise me you’ll get better, that you’ll take care of yourself."

As she spoke, she started to let go of his hand.

However, Julian Ford didn’t give her the chance—he tightened his grip around her hand.

Tiana Thorne was afraid of pulling at his wound, so she obediently stopped moving. Her heart was a bittersweet jumble of emotions. "Julian..."