I was imprisoned by Julian.
It seemed like he saw me as nothing more than a toy.
Even when I ignored him, or even lashed out by hitting or biting him, he would still hold me tightly, speaking to himself about how tortured and guilty he had been over the past three years.
I only found it laughable.
No matter how tortured he was, he still ended up building a family with Lena Forsythe. I tried to throw this back in his face, but it was like hitting cotton—he didn't even react.
The next day, he brought Victoria's child in front of me, telling the little girl that I was her mother. The girl, not even three years old, cried and wanted to find her real mother.
Julian actually threw the child onto the bed in a fit of rage.
"I'm telling you, Adelaide, your name is meant to miss her. Without her, there would be no you!" I hurriedly picked up the crying child, awkwardly trying to comfort her.
After she had calmed down a bit, I suppressed my anger and confronted Julian.
"What's wrong with you? Why are you taking your issues out on a child?"
"And this child is yours and Lena Forsythe's, not mine. Take her to find her mother. Don't come to me."
Julian looked at me with a smug smile.
"Adelaide, you're always so kind," he said, his voice laced with mockery.
"Even to Lena's child, you're so gentle. Only you deserve to be my child's mother."
"I have an important dinner tonight. I'll be back later. Both of you stay here and behave." I lowered my head, hiding my expression.
If I remembered correctly, one of the hosts for this dinner was none other than Sebastian. I was going to be saved.
