Chapter 309 Not Enough Love
Arthur then came back with information that Yvonne did indeed have stimulants in her system.
All three looked grave and Ezra took a look at Julian lying in bed and whispered, “Wait till he wakes up.”
Arthur and Phil nodded their heads.
The three of them plus Phil’s lovely wife waited a long time, and Julian showed no sign of waking up.
Ezra said to Phil, “Why don’t you guys head back?”
Phil, after all, was with someone, it was not suitable for him to wait around.
Ezra said, and the girl next to Phil stood up, looked down at him, and said, “I’m going to go home. You can stay.”
Phil squeezed the girl’s soft palm and nodded. “Okay, I’ll call the driver.”
The little girl didn’t like the sight of Phil making out with her in front of an outsider, shook off his hand, said hello to Arthur and Ezra, and walked away.
Phil was full of reluctance, Ezra tsked and sighed, “The little girl knows how to behave.”
She knew that Julian was an important friend of Phil’s, and Phil would want to stay until Julian woke up.
She knew that the four of them would have something important to discuss and that she was not fit to stay, so she took the initiative and left.
Phil smugly replied to Ezra, “What do you think?”
Speaking of women, Phil says to Ezra, “I heard about you and Maisie. Are you sure you don’t want to marry her?”
Ezra chuckled. “Do you think I can marry her?”
He knows better than anyone what his father is like, and that man is a man of great interest, and he’s going to get married one day, and it’s not going to be a woman like Maisie, who has no background.
Instead of marrying the woman his father arranged for him, or letting his father dictate his marriage, why doesn’t he just not get married at all?
Ezra looked away and said, “She doesn’t want to have anything to do with me. Isn’t it nice to just go on like this without getting married?”
Phil looked at him and said, “with all due respect when you said you couldn’t marry her, it’s only because you don’t want to.”
“If you really like her, like Julian, like me, you can still marry her”
Phil said, and the room fell silent.
Ezra looked away at the window. Didn’t say anything.
Phil was literally saying that he didn’t love Maisie enough.
Ezra didn’t disagree.
He did have a little crush on Maisie, who was as good-looking as any so-called socialite. She and her brother David were both good-looking.
She also has a curvaceous figure; every inch of her was enticing.
But what attracted him more was her indifference, she treated everyone the same. And his repeated attempts were to break the composure and indifference on her face.
And now that it’s broken, and every time they are together, she was all hot and bothered, and he was the only one in her eyes.
But he did not like Maisie so much that he had to go against the whole family and marry her, so much that he had to give up his commitment of not marrying anyone.
After a long pause, Phil broke the silence, but this time to Arthur, “I say you take it easy, too, and treat Dr. Hilgard well if you really like her.”
Arthur opened his mouth to say something, Phil interrupted, and “Don’t you disagree with me. What did you do to Dr. Hilgard? Talk Trash, criticize her job, and you expect her to get back together with you?”
Ever since Jean joined Arthur’s Hospital, Arthur always found fault with Jean, even scolding Jean in front of many of his colleagues in the hospital.
Like a good brother, Phil knew that Arthur still cared about Jean, but he was not satisfied with her abandonment, so he treated her with a bad attitude, he wanted Jean to apologize and approach him first.
Phil felt that, as Arthur went on, Jean would not only stay away from him but would probably stay away from him altogether.
“Why don’t you shut up, having a relationship with a girl and now you are acting like you’re some kind of relationship expert,” Ezra interrupted, drawing Phil’s disapproving gaze.
Julian woke up on his hospital bed, three of them were ending the topic, and they looked at him in unison.
Arthur, as the doctor, was the first to go forward and ask, “How do you feel?”
Julian’s eyes slowly looked around the ward but did not see Emelia’s figure, and immediately asked Arthur nervously, “Where is Emelia? Is she hurt?”
Arthur hurriedly said, “She’s fine, Maisie just sent her back to rest for a while.”
“Tsk, saving the damsel in distress, you don’t even care about your life now.” Ezra walked over and teased Julian.
Julian was relieved to hear that Emelia was okay and ignored Ezra’s teasing.
The moment Yvonne’s car crashed into him, he didn’t think about anything else but that she couldn’t be hurt, so he instinctively turned the steering wheel and let it hit him.
When he woke up and did not see Emelia, Julian felt empty inside.
So he asked again, “When will she come to see me?”Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.
He asked this as if he was miserable.
Ezra spat, “Can you not just open your eyes and all you can think about is her? At least the three of us have been here for half the day.”
It’s too much of a girl-over-bro now
Arthur explained, “Just now your mother and Caroline came to see you, the old man told Emelia to go home first.”
Although Arthur didn’t say it, Julian knew instantly that his mother and Caroline were up to no good again.
He lost hope for his mother and sister and hated himself for not waking up in time to protect Emelia.
Arthur added, “If you want to see her, I’ll call her.”
Julian thought about it and said no. “No, let her rest. She must be in shock.”
Arthur gave Julian a quick physical, and then he told Julian how he was doing.
Julian was calm, “first conservative treatment with drugs to remove blood stasis bar.”
With Arthur here, Julian wasn’t afraid for his life.
“Eric Yeung is definitely not simple,” Phil said. “Yvonne has stimulating drugs in her system.”
Julian pulled a long face, and Phil said, “As for Yvonne, I’m going to help you put her in jail this time, but this Eric…”
“I don’t know what sinister tricks he can pull after, and we always feel that Eric is also malicious towards Yvonne,” Phil said of their speculation and analysis.
Julian half-reclined on his hospital bed, frowning, “Could it have something to do with the past of my parents?”