Chapter 297 My Beloved Husband

The line went dead silent. Then, as if someone had snatched the phone away, Lucian's drunken, obsessive voice spilled through the receiver. "Rosalie… I'm sorry I didn't protect you well enough… "I'll make Gertrude pay for this… You're my woman, and I'll never let anyone hurt you… "No one!" "Mr. Fenwick! Mr. Fenwick, you're drunk!" "Quick, get him into the car!" Amid the chaotic noise, the call was hastily cut off. The night breeze on the balcony lifted the strands of hair on Julian's forehead, but it could not scatter the gloom in his eyes. He lit up the screen, and almost against his will, he opened Rosalie's call log. Rows of entries marked "Lucian" stabbed into his eyes. Some were answered calls, and more were missed. It was far more than Julian's own call history with her. His lips pressed into a tight line, his chest heavy. Without hesitation, he found Lucian's number, blocked it, and deleted it. Then, he opened WhatsApp and repeated the same action. But even after