Chapter 3

I looked at Maya, furious over Julian.

A bitter pang flashed in my eyes.

It appeared as quickly as it vanished.

"Last night, I..."

I was about to explain.

But Maya cut me off.

"I can't believe how cold-blooded and heartless you are. You almost became Julian's killer."

Listening to the charges she was pinning on me.

There wasn't much of a ripple in my heart.

She only thought about Julian's safety.

Had she ever thought about mine?

Last night, a Category 5 hurricane swept through, uprooting large trees outside.

If I had gone out, would I have been swept away like those trees, disappearing without a trace?

As she spoke, she pulled up the security camera footage.

In the video, Julian, sitting in his wheelchair, looked terrified and pale as the fierce wind blew in.

He repeatedly cried out for help.

"Maya, where are you? Come back quickly, I'm scared being alone."

"Maya, please come be with me..."

Julian called out for Maya to the camera, looking utterly helpless and desperate.

"Did you see that? Did you see that?" Maya's voice caught in her throat.

I was slightly surprised and turned to look at Maya, only to find her eyes red and her lips trembling.

"How desperate Julian must have been last night! If I hadn't rushed back through that Category 5 hurricane to take care of him, who knows what would have happened?"

Maya's tone was fierce, and her eyes were sharp as she stared at me.

She seemed to be waiting for a reasonable answer.

I looked at the video, then averted my gaze.

"Julian's fine now, right?"

"He's fine, but he's still traumatized. He can't stand like a normal person, so he's naturally more sensitive and fragile emotionally, and his nerves are weak. After something like this, he won't be able to sleep for at least half a month."

"That's true. And since you ended your meeting early, you can go stay with him at his place." I said calmly.

Maya paused for a few seconds after hearing this. Her gaze towards me shifted.

She had a feeling that something about me had changed.

But she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.

She knew I had never supported her interactions with Julian before.

Why had my attitude changed now?

Maya was still in a huff.

"I don't need you to tell me that, I'll make my own arrangements."

She tossed that out, then ignored me.

She turned and went into the walk-in closet, starting to pack her clothes.

She pulled a suitcase and walked out.

"I might need to be away for about a week to take care of Julian this time."

"Oh."

I replied calmly.

Maya, who was rushing out, abruptly stopped, turned, and glanced at me.

"Don't overthink it. Julian is a patient, after all, and he was traumatized last night. You don't need to be jealous."

I said,

"I'm not jealous. In fact, what I did last night was wrong, causing Julian such distress. Perhaps you should go take care of him for half a month or even a month, so his emotions can fully stabilize."

Maya frowned slightly.

"Liam Reynolds, what do you mean? Don't use those words to needle me, to mock me."