After Divorce: Remarried to a Tycoon with Twin Babies-Chapter 83: Ice Bath! Did Master Julian Die to Preserve His Innocence?

Chapter 83: Chapter 83: Ice Bath! Did Master Julian Die to Preserve His Innocence?

"Leo, you drive me back to Crestfall Villa personally."

"Quickly!"

After saying this, Julian Thorne stood up, grabbed his phone, and was the first to stride out.

Just as he reached the underground garage, before Julian could get into the car, a Lamborghini screeched to a halt in front of him.

A long-legged beauty in a red dress stepped out of the car. Upon seeing Julian, she frowned and walked over.

"Julian, what’s going on? Aunt said you needed this document urgently and insisted I deliver it to you within ten minutes—"

Julian just glanced at her, immediately got into the car, and swiftly locked the door.

"Leo, drive."

He gave the order without hesitation, as if he hadn’t noticed the beautiful woman who suddenly appeared in front of him.

Although he understood what had happened, his cold, icy black eyes were already tinged with a blood-red hue.

His hands were clenched tightly on his knees, with his knuckles turning white.

Beads of sweat covered his forehead densely.

An unprecedented desire surged from the depths of his heart, and his body underwent a significant change.

The sudden appearance of the beautiful woman was undoubtedly the remedy for Julian.

Yet a trace of reason that he still possessed told him that tonight, his moment of soft-heartedness was in exchange for a carefully orchestrated manipulation by his mother!

Of all times, a woman coincidentally appeared before him!

Could he still not understand what his mother intended to do?

Julian’s fists were clenched so tightly that they creaked, and the veins on his forehead stood out prominently in anger.

From the age of seventeen, he took control of The Thornes, navigating the treacherous waters of deceit and power struggles.

A young man with billions in assets, surrounded by wolves everywhere.

Preserving the Thorne Family was more challenging than crossing a sea of blades or walking through fire.

It was like walking on the edge, licking blood off a knife, doing whatever it took to achieve success.

In countless crises, Julian barely survived, often at the cost of nearly losing his life.

How many schemes, how many conspiracies, and how many elaborate traps were set just for him, and yet he fought through them all.

Those who’ve schemed against him have all been avenged, and he used harsher means to intimidate anyone who dared to underestimate him.

Now, he not only looked down upon all of Ardis but had established a position in Aurehua and the entire world.

He firmly secured the family business left by his father and elevated The Thornes to even greater heights.

In this world, it was evident that no one dared to plot against him easily anymore.

Yet, today, it was his closest family who plotted against him!

How could Julian not be angry?

If he couldn’t control his desires now, how would he be any different from a puppet in his mother’s hands?

Even if he were to suddenly die today, he would never fulfill her intentions!

At the command, Special Assistant Linden hesitated, looking at the woman in red in front of the car.

He awkwardly said to her, "Miss Joyce, please step aside. Master Julian has an urgent matter and must leave immediately."

The woman’s face showed faint anger.

She hadn’t noticed Julian’s abnormality, only feeling like she had been fooled.

"Julian Thorne, what do you mean by this?"

"Do you really think I care about bringing you some documents?"

"If it weren’t for Aunt insisting I deliver this urgently, I wouldn’t be here facing your cold treatment!"

"Julian Thorne, get out of the car and explain yourself!"

Miss Joyce slammed her hands onto the hood, determined to get an explanation from Julian that day.

However, Julian merely raised an eyebrow and coldly issued a firm order to Leo once again: "Drive!"

"If there’s any accident, I’ll personally compensate as Julian Thorne."

Leo turned back to look at Julian, understanding that Master Julian’s health might be in serious trouble.

Julian was likely caught in some scheme...

Leo dared not delay any longer, knowing that stalling could jeopardize Julian’s safety, so he immediately revved the engine to intimidate Miss Joyce to step aside.

However, Miss Joyce was a woman full of obstinacy.

She stared intensely at the dark silhouette in the back seat, refusing to move, not believing that he would really run over her.

But since Julian hadn’t ordered to stop, Leo could only step on the accelerator, sweating profusely—

"Vroom—"

A loud sound, and the car sped forward, a huge force sent Miss Joyce tumbling to the ground, pale-faced.

Documents flew everywhere, and Leo quickly slammed on the brakes.

"Mas... Master Julian, should we check on Miss Joyce?"

"Besides, if Miss Joyce doesn’t move her car, we can’t, we can’t get through."

After all, Miss Joyce had known Master Julian for years, and there was also the matter with his mother... If something were to happen to Miss Joyce, Madam might not forgive either him or Master Julian.

Leo was already preparing to get out of the car, but Julian gave another order: "Hit the car!"

Clearly, at the moment, the anger in Julian’s heart triumphed over desire, and even though his reason was struggling on the brink of temptation, he still held onto his true self. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

’Boom!’

A loud crash, Miss Joyce stared in shock at her beloved vehicle being mercilessly wrecked by the black Lincoln.

Trembling, she climbed up from the ground.

"Julian Thorne... how dare you..."

"You’re insane!"

Miss Joyce lost all rationality, rushing forward in a fury, but the Lincoln had already found an opening and swiftly disappeared from Miss Joyce’s sight.

Miss Joyce looked at her severely damaged Lamborghini, filled with anger, lost all her previous composure and pride, holding her head and screaming, "Julian Thorne!!"

"What grudge do I have with you that you would treat me this way!!?"

"This time, I will never forgive you—!"

Over here, as Leo’s car just exited the underground garage, Julian suddenly instructed him urgently, "Stop driving."

Supporting himself on the seat, beads of sweat were dripping down his forehead.

"Head to the rooftop, helicopter back to Crestfall."

Leo quickly stepped on the brakes with a ’screech—’, "Now? Then I’ll notify the flight department to be on standby..."

Julian had already reached out to push open the car door: "No need, I’ll fly it myself."

He suspected that his mother had placed a spy within the company, otherwise, it wouldn’t be just a coincidence that Joyce was summoned here.

Joyce’s punctual appearance meant his mother had accurately received the time he was drinking the soup.

So now, Julian Thorne trusted no one in the entire president’s office, except for Leo Linden, whose loyalty he deemed unproblematic. He couldn’t even fully trust the flight department.

Otherwise, they could take him to an unknown place in a helicopter, which meant he hadn’t truly escaped.

His mother’s methods, to scheme against her own son at times, were relentless.

Julian Thorne had no choice but to be vigilant.

Leo Linden climbed onto the helicopter, trembling with fear.

If he had obtained his pilot’s license, Master Julian wouldn’t have had to endure such hardships and take such risks to pilot it himself tonight.

He felt useless!

While berating himself internally, Leo tightened his seatbelt, feeling that tonight his fate might be uncertain.

Mom and Dad, your son is unfilial—loyalty and filial piety have always been difficult to balance!

But soon, Leo was completely exhilarated and sincerely admired Master Julian with utmost respect.

Though Master Julian’s body was visibly in distress, his handling of the helicopter was as steady as a mountain while soaring over Ardis.

The flight was not only smooth without any wobbling, but the operations were executed fluidly.

Indeed, it had to be Master Julian!

The flight route led directly to Crestfall Villa.

The helicopter landed steadily on the vast lawn in front of Crestfall Villa’s main residence amidst the ’thud-thud-thud’ noise.

Butler Truman had already made preparations, with a medical team standing by.

As soon as the helicopter came to a steady stop, Truman immediately led the team to the cockpit to help Julian Thorne down.

"Sir, are you alright?"

Julian Thorne removed his helmet, wiping his sweat-slicked forehead, and nodded lightly.

"Is the bathtub ready?"

His voice, as he spoke, had turned hoarse from the heat.

Truman, sounding a bit anxious, replied, "As per your instructions, plenty of ice has been added to the cold water."

"Sir, it will take some time to prepare the antidote’s formulation, so you will need to soak in a cold bath for temporary relief..."

"But your body has suffered various injuries over the years. Taking a cold bath might damage your health further. Perhaps it would be better to..."

Julian Thorne raised his eyes, coldly fixing Truman with a stare.

"If you dare to act on your own decisions, leave The Thorne Family for good!"

Leave The Thorne Family?

That would mean disaster for his mother!

Truman managed to suppress his trembling teeth, refraining from making further suggestions.

With Leo’s assistance, he hurried to escort Julian Thorne back to the third-floor master bedroom along with the medical team.

In the vast bedroom, just as Julian Thorne entered, Jason took his blood sample for testing.

Only by determining the values and toxicity in the blood could the appropriate antidote be prepared.

Doctor Jason said, "Master Julian, it will take at least fifteen minutes."

Yet before the results came out, the alarms in the manor sounded.

The piercing alarm reverberated throughout the manor, setting everyone’s nerves on edge.

At this inconvenient moment?

Julian Thorne was sitting silently with his forehead in his hand on the sofa, instantly opening his eyes at the sound of the alarm.

For a moment, clarity returned to his crimson eyes.

"It’s Stella."

As soon as he said that, a loud shout came from outside: "Bad news—! Sir, Butler Truman, it’s Miss Sinclair, Miss Sinclair is in trouble—"

"Miss Sinclair fell into the pool, Doctor, hurry, we need a doctor—she’s injured—"

Truman’s eyelid twitched, his usually calm face showing bits of anxiety: "Sir..."

Why did it have to be now?

Truman quickly stepped out, calling for someone: "What’s going on? Wasn’t Miss Sinclair already worn out and asleep with Miss Sinclair today? How did she suddenly end up in the pool?"

"How are you all looking after her?"

The servant replied, panic-stricken with a sob: "Miss Sinclair indeed went to sleep."

"Since Miss Sinclair returned, she’s been much more stable emotionally, so we all thought, thought that she’d just have a good night’s sleep after a tuckering day."

"It’s all our fault, we were all busy preparing for the sir’s return, and the guards at her door left just for a few minutes."

"No one expected Miss Sinclair to sleepwalk and leave the room all by herself."

"The helicopter just returned, drawing everyone’s attention away, and no one noticed she was nearby."

"By the time she was discovered, she was already in the garden, and we couldn’t catch up before she fell into the pond."

"And she fell off a rock, the fall was serious, she’s already lost quite a lot of blood..."

The servant’s voice trembled at this point, pleading: "Can we please have someone look at Miss Sinclair’s injuries...?"

Everyone usually kept an exceptionally close watch on Stella Thorne.

No one dared take their eyes away, with almost constant surveillance.

Yet she still managed to find herself in unexpected trouble, no matter how guarded, it seemed impossible to prevent these sudden incidents.

For years, Crestfall Villa’s servants had grown weary from Stella Thorne’s unexpected calamities.

Everyone exerted above and beyond effort, but any slight relaxation and she would throw everything into chaos.

And Julian Thorne was undoubtedly a good master.

He would never unjustly blame the already diligent servants for Stella Thorne’s uproars.

Especially because tonight’s mishap with Stella Thorne was evidently caused by Julian’s own circumstances.

Truman glanced back at Julian Thorne.

Julian Thorne had already gotten up, swaying as he held his forehead, making his way to the bathroom.

"Go and save Stella first."

"If anything happens to her, she remains the utmost priority!"

Truman: "Sir, perhaps let the doctor leave a few people, so they can get you the medicine once the results are ready—"

Julian Thorne: "No need."

"Since a cold bath can temporarily relieve me, wait until Jason finishes with Stella, then the results can dictate the dosage preparation."

"Everyone out!"