CHAPTER 277: CHAPTER 277: JULIAN LAWSON, HOW WILL YOU MAKE AMENDS?

"Want to know?" Bianca Lynch’s voice came through, with the background noise of the bustling venue.

"Yes." Julian Lawson’s voice followed.

But Bianca Lynch did not immediately respond.

The events of that day, her regrets, her fears, all surged like a tide.

That day, Serena was truly on the brink of death.

"Bianca Lynch?" came the urging voice of Julian Lawson from the other side of the phone.

"Ha..." Bianca Lynch sneered, "Getting anxious?"

Julian Lawson did not know how to respond.

He had the car turn around, heading towards the concert venue.

Over the years, too much had happened between him and Serena.

And in the midst of it all, Bianca Lynch knew quite a bit, too.

Bianca Lynch didn’t like him, felt he treated Serena poorly, and he was well aware of it.

And Ethan Lynch.

Julian Lawson tightened his grip on the handle of the security box.

"My brother is back." Suddenly, Bianca Lynch’s voice came through the phone, "He told me he went to see you."

"Mm." Julian Lawson did not deny it.

"He told me he gave you a box," Bianca Lynch continued.

Julian Lawson looked at the box in his hand, nodded, and, realizing Bianca couldn’t see him, said, "I’ve tried all of the dates related to the child and haven’t opened it yet."

A child?

Bianca Lynch understood which day instantly.

She laughed again.

"Agonizing, isn’t it," Bianca Lynch intentionally said, "trying the password over and over, recalling the past repeatedly."

Bianca Lynch’s voice carried anger:

"But did you ever think about how anguished Serena was when she discovered you being intimate with Vera Hansen? How she painstakingly investigated, confirming time and again that you had fallen in love with someone else."

Each word, each sentence, Bianca Lynch hit right at the heart:

"Sometimes I really don’t understand."

"Julian Lawson, you claim to love Serena, yet you’re so cruel to her."

"When she gave up on you, you used every means to trap her by your side."

"Julian Lawson, do you love her, or don’t you?"

Bianca Lynch’s voice came through, each word carrying a power that made his heart tremble.

Julian Lawson closed his eyes, suppressing the ever-rising emotions.

He... how could he not love her?

He was just... too arrogant.

Thinking that he could control everything, believing she would always wait for him.

Just like all these years, whenever he returned home, she would always leave a light on for him.

Maybe they had been together for too long, so...

He went astray.

He wanted to turn back, but she had already left.

Now, he only hoped she would give him another chance.

Plead with her... to look back at him once more.

The surging emotions clogged his chest, almost rendering him speechless.

"Tell me." After a long while, he finally spoke, "Let me... make up for it all."

"Make up?" Bianca Lynch laughed, "What do you have to make up with?"

"With everything I have," Julian Lawson said.

"Everything?" Bianca Lynch’s voice was mocking and harsh, "You won’t even return the Sheridan family’s things to Serena, and you talk about having everything?"

She said, "Julian Lawson, everything today, is what you deserve!"

"Try the password then," Bianca Lynch looked to the other side of the venue.

"Everything you want to know is in that box."

She said, "Once you open that box, everything will be clear."

"Bianca..." Julian Lawson wanted to say more.

"If you don’t understand what my brother was implying," Bianca Lynch said, "think bigger about everything you’ve done, not just about the child."

After speaking, Bianca Lynch hung up the phone.

Bianca Lynch watched the bustling crowd in the distance.

Julian Lawson didn’t know about Serena’s second miscarriage. By saying this, she made Julian revisit everything one by one, day by day, until he remembered pushing Serena down the stairs.

"If you can’t even think of that," Bianca Lynch sneered quietly, murmuring, "then, Julian Lawson, you truly have no heart."

She tightened her grip on her phone, "I’ll be waiting, Julian Lawson, I’ll be waiting for the day you open that box!"

On the other side.

In the car, Julian Lawson listened to the beeping sound of the call ending.

He didn’t understand the meaning behind Bianca Lynch’s words.

An unsettling fear gripped his heart as he looked at the box before him, feeling that it harbored a devil’s secret.

Opening that box might reveal what he feared most.

The car continued to speed along.

Julian Lawson stared unblinkingly at the box, as if missing a frame would cause it to turn into a demon and swallow him whole.

Until his eyes felt sore and tears finally spilled.

The box was blurred by a layer of tears.

Once again, Serena’s blood-soaked image flashed before his eyes.

As a tear fell, he reached out again to try the password.

He needed to open it!

Even if this secret would destroy him, he had to know!

...

At the concert venue.

Serena had already returned backstage.

Just upon entering, the posts online had already exploded.

She had naturally seen them as well.

Her phone had long been ringing off the hook, so she simply decided not to answer any calls.

Fortunately, Justin Jennings had set up a program for her to intercept other disturbances, so she was still relatively at peace.

But when she looked up, she saw Silas Hawthorne standing by her side with red eyes.

He had only seen some records on the report and heard things from Bianca Lynch, Ethan Lynch, and Jasper Ford, but had never witnessed them himself.

Now, just a few sparse photos were enough to terrify and frighten him.

He tightly clasped her hand, filled with fear.

Serena looked into Silas Hawthorne’s dark eyes, understanding his thoughts.

She patted his hand and said, "It’s okay, my body has long since healed."

In truth, she wasn’t well.

The events of that day, she would never forget.

Even thinking about it now, her heart ached just the same.

Her body had recovered, but her spirit never would.

"I need to get ready." Serena couldn’t bear to think anymore, afraid she wouldn’t be able to handle it, so she busied herself with something else, "I need to touch up my makeup."

Serena returned to the makeup artist’s side.

Silas Hawthorne stood there, watching her thin back, his fists clenched tightly.

...

After Vera Hansen finished singing "Micro Love," she looked at the screen’s rewards with satisfaction.

But then, her assistant’s face changed drastically.

The people in the live stream chat were also discussing something.

"What’s wrong?" Vera Hansen looked at her assistant.

The assistant pointed at his phone, and Vera leaned over to see the post.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Who is this person?

What else do they know?

But it was still during a live broadcast, so Vera Hansen dared not speak loudly, only signaling her assistant with her eyes to investigate further.

The assistant nodded.

Vera Hansen continued her live stream with her usual calm demeanor.

Watching Vera Hansen from not far away, her caregiver felt even more anxious.