Yet, he remained steadfast, caring for me when no one else would.
"Julius," I murmured, "I will be fine here, I know some doctor here, so you can rest easy. You still have some work on the Manor, right?”
As a result, Julius could only give up and return to the Manor, after promising to visit me every day.
In the days that followed, Sylus did not come to see me. It was as though I had faded from his world entirely, replaced by the warmth and comfort he found in Charlotte.
Julius, however, fulfilled his promise by visiting me every day, his loyalty unwavering, making sure I had everything I needed.
Each time he returned from the manor, Julius would gently mention that he had tried to speak with Sylus about my condition, only to be dismissed with cold indifference.
Sylus’s disgust was clear; he did not want to hear anything about me.
But a week later, something stirred in Sylus, and he remembered my existence. Maybe it was guilt, or maybe it was simply the looming need to sever ties.
It turned out, he came to the hospital to discuss our divorce. He brought Charlotte with him, her presence like a cruel punctuation to our shattered relationship.