CHAPTER 587: CHAPTER 587: I WON’T LET ANYONE WHO BULLIES YOU GET AWAY WITH IT

Since the matter of their identities was already exposed, Julian Lancaster and Nina Sinclair naturally did not return to Royal Vista Estates; they stayed over at the Lancaster Family’s estate that night.

The sound of water splashing could be heard from the bathroom. Nina Sinclair had already taken a shower and was now sitting on the bed, observing her surroundings.

The room Julian Lancaster had at the Lancaster Family’s house was much more luxurious than the one at Royal Vista Estates, and it was also very spacious.

The events of today seemed like a dream.

She was really afraid that when she woke up the next day, she would discover that it was all just a dream.

Nina Sinclair reached out and pinched her thigh. The sharp pain affirmed that it definitely didn’t feel like a dream.

Click, the bathroom door opened, and Julian Lancaster stepped out, steam enveloping him. He immediately saw Nina Sinclair on the bed in the midst of self-torture. His lips curled into an intrigued smile as he asked, "Nina, what are you doing?"

"I’m just checking if I’m dreaming."

Julian Lancaster chuckled softly. He moved forward and took Nina Sinclair into his arms, "You’re not dreaming, it’s all real."

Only then did Nina Sinclair come to her senses and see Julian Lancaster smiling at her. She felt a bit embarrassed, covered her face, and lightly coughed to compose herself, "Did you finish your shower?"

"Yeah." Julian Lancaster lay down beside her.

Nina Sinclair suddenly remembered the matter with Wayne Yarbrough. She hadn’t had the chance to clarify it today.

She quickly grabbed Julian Lancaster and said, "What happened with Wayne Yarbrough? He did try to do something to me, but he didn’t get the chance. I was so scared then and stabbed him, there was so much blood, I don’t know if he’s dead."

Speaking of this, Nina Sinclair still had lingering fears. Her face turned pale, and she couldn’t stop trembling.

Julian Lancaster’s expression darkened, a flash of pain in his eyes.

He immediately sat up, tightly holding Nina Sinclair in his arms, softly saying, "He’s not dead, but he’s seriously hurt. You don’t need to worry about what comes next. I won’t let those who bully you get away with it."

Nina Sinclair leaned into his embrace, listening to Julian Lancaster’s strong and steady heartbeat, and everything felt reassuring.

Perhaps it felt unbelievable before, how her husband had suddenly changed identities, but now, she felt he was still the same man who loved her. What did identity matter?

However...

Nina Sinclair squinted and stared at Julian Lancaster, questioning, "Did Heidi Leighton know about your identity? Was she the wife your grandfather chose for you?"

Julian Lancaster looked helpless, "Yes, but I ignored it."

"Your grandfather doesn’t like me."

"Nina, my liking you is enough. Whether Grandfather likes you or not is his business. It’s me who will spend a lifetime with you. If he doesn’t like you, we’ll just see less of him. I’ll stay with you in Veridia."

Nina Sinclair remembered Old Madam Lancaster and Old Master Lancaster—she hadn’t expected them to hold such identities.

But besides that, they were just two ordinary elderly people. Back in that small village, Old Madam Lancaster sighed about her descendants not visiting them. Stripped of their identities, they were just pitiful old folks.

She had no reason to make Julian Lancaster become someone without family ties because of her.

Nina Sinclair embraced Julian Lancaster back, softly saying, "It’s okay, I’ll try my best to gain Grandfather Lancaster’s approval. Don’t feel too much pressure; I won’t place you in the middle."

Julian Lancaster felt touched, holding Nina Sinclair tightly and giving her a light kiss on the cheek.

Originally, it was just a gentle peck, but unexpectedly, their passion ignited like dry wood in a burning flame.

On their first day at the Lancaster Family’s, they experienced a profound fusion of souls.

The next day, as Nina Sinclair woke up, she worried if their commotion had been too loud, possibly overheard by Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster or Sharon Lancaster.

Fortunately, whether by tacit agreement or just not hearing anything, their expressions didn’t show any unusual signs.