Chapter 113: Once Doormat Now Untouchable
Chapter 113 But for the first time, Penelope realized that Julian truly cared this much about Sydney's life. Just moments ago, he had personally led men to sweep the entire building with his overwhelming aura, as if his whole world held space only for that "little sister." He was such a brilliant man. If only Caleb could care for her the way Julian did. How wonderful would that be? Julian ignored the noise outside the door. His thumb brushed away Sydney's tears with unbearable gentleness. "Precious, it's alright now.
If you want to cry, then cry as much as you need." When his gaze shifted to the large bruise on her arm, his voice turned glacial. "Victor hurt you?" Sydney followed his line of sight belatedly, looked at her arm, and shook her head. Tears still flowed as she rasped hoarsely, "I did that to myself." Normally, when needles were buried under the skin, tweezers were needed to remove them carefully. She had had neither tweezers nor time. It was no wonder bruises had bloomed. That needle, pressed into a pressure point that prevented unconsciousness, had saved her life.
Julian stayed by her side until her sobs subsided and her emotions steadied. Then he bent, one arm wrapping her waist, the other crooking beneath her knees. "We're changing rooms. A doctor will check you." She did not resist. "Okay." With the drug's suppression gone, her body was limp and weak. When Julian carried her out, his expression had returned to its icy, stone-like mask. Even though his suit jacket covered her disheveled gown, Caleb instantly saw how bedraggled she looked. Panic flashed across his face as he rushed forward. "What happened?
Who did this?" Relief mingled with the fear in his chest. "Thank God Julian was vigilant. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unthinkable.' But Penelope froze when she saw them. 'What?' Sydney's gown was rumpled but intact. That meant Victor had not actually gotten his way. "That useless idiot! I delivered her straight to his bed, and he could not even manage to get his pants off!' she berated him inwardly. Her gaze burned with venom as she stared at Sydney. 'How could that bitch's luck be this good?
If Julian had not been here today, she would already be ruined.' Penelope clenched her jaw so hard it hurt, hatred burning in her chest. "Who did this?" Caleb demanded again. Julian's lips curled into a cutting sneer, and he sharply glanced at Caleb. "And you think you're in any position to get her justice? 81 Caleb's face darkened. "What do you take me for? She's my wife. She's been humiliated like this, and you think I'd stand by doing nothing?" Julian laughed grimly. "If you can stand by and do nothing, that's already the best-case scenario." Caleb frowned. "Julian." He was not stupid.
There was clearly more beneath those words. "What are you implying?" 1/2 "The literal meaning." In the presidential suite, Elliot had already arranged everything. Julian laid Sydney gently on the bed and turned to Raymond Hutton. "She's in your hands now." Given what had just happened, he trusted no one else. For once, Raymond was not his usual unserious self. He examined Sydney, then nodded. "Don't worry. My character might be questionable, but my medical skills are solid." Julian gave no reply and left.
Raymond slipped a dissolvable pill into Sydney's mouth, checked her condition, and instructed his female assistant to apply ointment to the bruises on her arm. "Stay with her here. If she wants to bathe when she wakes, wait outside the bathroom so she doesn't collapse." Whoever had drugged her was ruthless. If she had not been trained in medicine or if she had reacted a moment slower, the drug would have cost her half her life. The assistant nodded. "Understood." "Call me if anything changes." Then Raymond left to rejoin the others. In the living room outside, the air was suffocating.
Julian lit a cigarette, his dark eyes narrowing as smoke curled between his fingers. His faint yet sharp gaze drifted toward Penelope. Her whole body went rigid. The sensation was like being pinned beneath the stare of a scorpion king. At any second, he might strike her dead.