His Suffering

As Julius stumbled towards Bella's room, his steps unsteady from the effects of the alcohol, the two-night staff at his mansion approached him cautiously. They had been warned by Damian about their boss's inebriated state.

"Step aside!" Julius slurred, waving them off as he pushed past. The staff stayed close, ready to assist if he stumbled, but Julius managed to maintain his balance.

Reaching Bella's door, Julius paused, his hand hovering over the handle. With a sudden decision, he pushed the door open and entered without knocking. It was late, but he needed to see her.

Inside, Bella lay on her side, her breathing steady. The room was dimly lit, casting a soft glow over her peaceful form.

Julius approached her bed quietly, his movements slow and deliberate. Gently, he sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to touch her shoulder.

"Bella," he whispered, his voice filled with regret.

Bella stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open. She was surprised to see Julius beside her, h