Julian's Stand in Wife

Chapter 893

Did they cry out in sorrow in the netherworld?

She neither held herself back, nor deliberately forced a response. Without realizing it, tears spilled down her cheeks and on the ground.

The veins on Julian's forehead popped when he saw Diana like that. Aside from fuming anger, he felt...powerless.

He looked disdainfully at her. "What do you think? Until when are you going to pretend that you've lost your memories? Today was their death anniversary, and you spared no effort in making use of them to turn my slight interest in Cecilia into disgust. Good on you, Diana Winnington."

Did she really think she could do anything just by using her memory loss as an excuse?! Others couldn't even blame her properly!

Diana was exhausted explaining it to him so many times. " Julian Fulcher..."

Her mind was in a mess. She had no memories of the tombstone, or her children buried under it. What’s more, Julian refused to believe that she had lost her memories.

"I..."

Before she could go on, Julian’s phone rang.

He didn’t answer the call. Yet, it kept ringing stubbornly.

It was Vans.

day it was today, and he wouldn't bother Julian unless it was something important. Julian suppressed his roiling emotions, and

with a lot of surgeries these couple of days. I

"Speak."

but he didn't hold it against Julian. Today was no

Julian would behave even more

for forgiveness; insisting he was

day, he would miss his two children he had never seen. He

Julian didn't call Vans out for a

decided he could no longer delay calling Julian, lest Julian did something rash

Diana claiming to have lost her memories," he said. Nina kept insisting Diana wasn't lying, and even smashed

through seriously, he said, "Perhaps we can bring her to

would certainly be signs from a medical point of view. There must be something in her brain that caused her to lose her memories. Wouldn’t an experienced doctor like him be able to discern

Julian said through gritted teeth, "you’re

don’t you

not that it wasn't

it was too

vested in it. Yet how could Vans, as an outsider and an experienced doctor to boot, only