Chapter 89

Julian couldn't think straight as he speed-walked back into the house. His mind was gradually becoming foggy, and the edges of his vision darkened. He faintly heard Leslie's voice, but the throbbing in his head made it hard for him to think of anything other than getting rid of the pain.

"I'm a mistake. I wasn't supposed to be born. No wonder, no wonder Mother always looked at me like I was dirt. I am dirt, just a stupid mistake, a product of assault," those vile words kept pressing hard on him as he felt pressure clamping down on his neck. He managed to enter his serene office miraculously. Suddenly, Leslie's petite frame was hugging him from behind,her soft body aligning with his.

"Julian," she rasped, her voice sounding pained like she could physically feel all the turmoil he was going through. Unlike any other time, he didn't push her away. He turned to face her and sank into her comforting embrace, his hands trembling at their sides.

"Calm down, my love," Leslie said, patting hi