Julia Bluen left the ward and walked outside.

As she reached the hospital's entrance, she came face to face with a couple.

"Julia."

The deep voice carried immense surprise—it was Nicholas Coldwell.

Like Glades Horne, he was usually dressed in a black suit. However, the suits he used to wear were the kind that cost just over two hundred yuan. They were inexpensive, yet befitting his position as a manager. Now that he was the sole son-in-law of the Powell Family, his dress and appearance were naturally different. The wrinkle-free suit he currently wore was custom-made, worth several thousand yuan. Even the gleaming black leather shoes on his feet were valued at over a thousand yuan, not to mention the Rolex watch on his left wrist.

Former lovers met again. One was now married, the other already a wife; the love they had once shared was long dead, and they were no longer the people they had been to each other.

Nicholas Coldwell walked in with his arm around Diana Powell's waist; Diana seemed uncomfortable. Nicholas was extremely gentle and careful with her. Upon seeing Julia Bluen, he instinctively wanted to remove his hand from Diana's waist. However, Diana grasped his hand firmly, preventing him from retracting it, and then sneered at Julia Bluen, "Second Miss Bluen."

"Mr. Coldwell, Mrs. Coldwell," Julia Bluen greeted coldly, lifting her chin proudly. In the presence of this shameless couple, she asserted her noble status as the Second Miss of the Bluen Family. Although the clothes she wore didn't seem conspicuous, Diana, who had mingled in Upper Class Society, recognized at a glance that Julia Bluen's attire was worth tens of thousands of yuan.

As Julia Bluen lifted her chin and straightened her posture, the innate dignity she possessed instantly radiated from her. She was like a diamond, once coated in dust, now cleaned and placed under the sun, radiating a dazzling brilliance. Her radiance pierced Nicholas Coldwell's heart, twisting it into a knot, while Diana's heart filled with jealousy.

Both were daughters of wealthy families, yet Diana Powell did not possess the natural, noble aura that Julia Bluen carried.

"Julia, what are you doing here? Are you not feeling well? Have you seen a doctor? What did the doctor say?" A pang in Nicholas Coldwell's heart prompted his concern for Julia Bluen to surface. He refused to believe that Julia Bluen was already married. When he and Diana returned from their honeymoon, he had asked around. However, no one had heard any news of the Second Miss Bluen getting married. He was reassured, believing Julia Bluen was deceiving him.

"Nicholas, my head feels dizzy again. Quickly, help me to the obstetrics and gynecology department," Diana Powell said. Hearing her husband show such concern for a former rival right in front of her, resentment coursed through her. However, in Julia Bluen's presence, she didn't throw a tantrum, instead adopting a coquettish tone with Nicholas.

She even emphasized the words "obstetrics and gynecology." Her aim was to remind Julia Bluen that she might be pregnant with Nicholas Coldwell's child and to crush any hope Julia might still harbor. She seemed to imply that being the Second Miss Bluen didn't grant her the right to steal someone else's husband.

She had seen shameless people before, but never any this shameless.

This thought flickered once more through Julia Bluen's mind. Her eyes grew colder towards the couple, and the sense of emotional distance she emanated became even more pronounced.

"Mr. Coldwell, you had better hurry and take Mrs. Coldwell to see a doctor. I have other matters to attend to, so I will leave first. Thank you for your concern, Mr. Coldwell, but my affairs are no concern of yours." With that, she walked past the shameless couple and headed outside.

Seeing Julia Bluen leaving with such aloof coldness, never once giving him a direct look or a gentle smile from beginning to end, Nicholas Coldwell's heart twisted in pain once again.

Julia, do you hate me?

Yes, you have every right to hate me.

But I still love you.

Even if you weren't the Second Miss Bluen, and even though I married Diana Powell, I still love you in my heart.

Julia, seeing you treat me this way, do you know how much it pains me?

Nicholas Coldwell's eyes deepened with a shade of pain. As Julia Bluen passed him, he subtly reached out to grab her hand, but she harshly shook him off. Julia turned her head and gave him a cold glare. Her eyes held no hatred, only an indifference that made him uncomfortable to his core—an indifference he found impossible to accept. He froze, not daring to make another move. He watched as Julia walked past him with arrogance, her head held high and chest out, radiating a supreme confidence. This was a stark contrast to the desolate heartache she had displayed when she had stormed the church.

A sliver of panic crossed Nicholas Coldwell's heart—Julia didn't hate him!

At this moment, he would have preferred Julia to hate him. After all, hatred often stemmed from love; they were like twin sisters. If there was no love, there would be no hate. If Julia still hated him, it would mean she still harbored feelings for him. Then, once he had firmly established himself at Cosmos, made his mark in the business world, and accumulated his own power, he believed he could win her back.

But if Julia no longer loved him, could he still win her back?

Nicholas Coldwell's complex and chilling gaze followed Julia's figure as she walked out of the hospital, until she got into the pure black Mercedes and sped away, leaving a trail of dust.

But in an instant, he retracted his gaze and carefully tended to Diana Powell, escorting her toward the obstetrics and gynecology department.

They were intimate constantly, so Diana was likely pregnant by now.

If Diana was pregnant, she would rest at home, and the Powell Family would trust him more. Then he could fully display his capabilities at Cosmos and gradually seize power and position.

Nicholas Coldwell schemed sinisterly in his heart. One day, I will pursue Julia Bluen again, as the CEO of Cosmos Group.

He was a man with an intense desire for personal gain and a domineering nature. He believed Julia was meant to be his, and he was determined to stop at nothing to have her return to his side. Before knowing Julia's true identity, he had considered making her his secret mistress; that way, she could still be his woman. However, after learning her true identity, he became even less willing to give up on her. The Bluen Family consortium was, after all, several times stronger than Cosmos Group. Becoming the son-in-law of the Bluen Family would grant him a higher status than being associated with the Powell Family.

「Meanwhile.」

In the Chief Financial Officer's office of the Finance Department at the Bluen Family consortium, Ruby Bluen was sitting in front of her computer, her gaze not on the screen but on her phone.

She had just finished a call with Marcel Horne.

Marcel had said he received orders to return to T City and would be back soon. He had also said that upon his return, he would formally apologize to her and earnestly express his feelings for her.