CHAPTER 268: CHAPTER 268: BIG BROTHER HAS MANY PEOPLE, BUT I ONLY HAVE YOU

Nancy Allen lay on the bed, not getting up, still pondering on how to appease Godfery Shaw’s anger.

She saw someone push the door open, thinking it was Godfery Shaw coming back to say something.

However, the person approached step by step, eyes shadowed with dark intensity, almost overflowing with a stormy perversity and cruelty. He said coldly, "Nancy, you said you’d wait for me, but you lied to me again!"

It’s Julius Shaw!

Godfery Shaw said Julius Shaw would come see her, but he came so quickly.

Nancy Allen sat up, noticing her slightly revealing nightgown. She hurriedly grabbed the coat from the bedside and put it on, then picked up a small notebook and wrote: "Julius Shaw, I’m sorry for what happened back then. I didn’t have a chance to tell you beforehand."

At that time, Nancy Allen thought she still had some time, but Amos Shaw caught her, and everything was rushed.

On the day she faced her death, she explained many things but didn’t get to see Julius Shaw.

Julius Shaw saw her calm demeanor, stepped forward, and grabbed Nancy Allen’s wrist. He was almost unable to control the possessiveness in his heart, and said viciously, "You don’t need to apologize to me. Since you’ve returned, I won’t let you leave again. I said you’re mine!"

Nancy Allen’s wrist was seized, making it impossible for her to write.

Julius Shaw was so close, nearly pressing his face against hers, close enough to whisper secrets. But Nancy chose not to.

She was Godfery Shaw’s girlfriend, and she had to maintain a certain distance from any man, including Julius Shaw.

There was a time when Nancy Allen realized she often couldn’t distinguish between Julius Shaw and Godfery Shaw.

Later, she sorted it out properly: the eternally aloof and composed one was Godfery Shaw; the irritable child was Julius Shaw.

Her attraction to Godfery Shaw likely stemmed from a mischievous desire to break the ambivalent restraint of the cool and collected type.

But with Julius Shaw, it was different, like observing a troubled and obsessive child, knowing he had mental issues, thus always being tolerant.

In her quest for revenge during those maddening times, she didn’t want anyone close, except Julius Shaw and Emily Allen, because she felt they were all similar troubled souls.

Nancy Allen struggled, wanting to free her hand to write.

She wanted to make these relationships clear to Julius Shaw.

However, seeing her struggle violently, Julius Shaw’s obsessive grievance intensified: "Why do you only love him and not me? I was born for you, so why can’t you love me too?"

Yes, this personality was born for Nancy Allen.

So, in his eyes, there was only Nancy Allen.

Nancy Allen shook her head. How could one possibly love two people when it comes to feelings?

During the struggle, Nancy Allen started coughing. She had just gotten over a fever, and couldn’t afford to be agitated.

Because of the agitation, the coughing became severe, bringing back the tearing pain in her throat, with blood even oozing from the corners of her mouth.

Julius Shaw immediately released her hand in shock, hurriedly patting Nancy Allen’s back to soothe her: "What’s wrong? What’s wrong with you? Don’t scare me."

Nancy Allen’s hand was finally free. She picked up the fallen paper and pen and wrote: "Julius Shaw, I am Godfery Shaw’s wife. I can view you as a friend or a brother, but I can’t love you, and you mustn’t cross the line with me."

"Why not, Nancy? You promised we’d live together. You can’t lie to me."

Nancy Allen frowned and continued to write: "Living together, I only saw you as a brother."

Julius Shaw’s aggressiveness slightly subsided, yet he was aggrieved and irascible: "But because you suddenly left, my condition didn’t improve. I can’t leave Imperial Garden. Big brother has so many people, but I only have you..."

Nancy Allen’s heart skipped a beat.

Back then, Julius Shaw said if he could hold on for two years, he could get better.

But it’s been five years, and Julius Shaw’s mental state is worse than before.

Was it because of her?

She not only caused Godfery Shaw to wait painfully for five years but also worsened Julius Shaw’s condition.

Nancy Allen apologetically wrote: "Sorry."

Julius Shaw shook his head, sulking: "It’s okay. I care about you the most, Nancy. I won’t blame you, as long as you don’t leave me, I’m fine with anything."

Nancy Allen wanted to say no, but she didn’t know if that would provoke Julius Shaw.

Regarding Julius Shaw’s issues, perhaps she could discuss with Godfery Shaw once he returns to make a decision.

She hesitated and soothingly wrote: "I will spend most of my time at Imperial Garden in the future."

Julius Shaw beamed immediately, his smile bright, as if dispelling all gloom, radiantly brilliant.

"Nancy, let me check your throat, why did you cough up blood. I’ll find a doctor."

"Nancy, I peeled this pomegranate for you."

"Nancy, look, I’ve worn the bracelet you gave me for years."

Julius Shaw acted like a clingy puppy, gentle and easy-going.

Nancy Allen was helpless and dazed, not knowing how things became this way.

She wanted to reject firmly, but Julius Shaw said his illness hadn’t improved, being both obsessive and capable of acting spoiled and pitiful, she couldn’t harden her heart.

Just like her and Godfery Shaw, knowing Godfery couldn’t do anything to her, she became somewhat unscrupulous.

It was a perfect balance.

Nancy Allen almost fled in panic.

She simply didn’t know how to handle Julius Shaw.

Back at Ink Manor, Emma Lewis went to the office, and Robert Reed was painting on the third floor.

Sophie Allen ran over sympathetically to Nancy Allen and said: "Mom, are you better? Grandpa is angry, and Ms. Lewis was also mad when she went to the company this morning!"

Nancy Allen picked up Sophie Allen, pitifully whispered in her ear: "I’m already fine, Sophie. Quickly go plead for me; I promise I won’t make the same mistake again."

Nancy Allen’s throat, when whispering closely without making sounds that vibrate her vocal cords, actually wasn’t painful anymore.

Sophie Allen nodded obediently: "Then mom, play by yourself first. I’ll go cheer up grandpa. Grandpa is easy to please; give him a painting, and he won’t be angry."

Nancy Allen smiled softly and whispered in Sophie Allen’s ear: "Then it’s tough on our Sophie."

Sophie Allen seemed to assure her, dashing upstairs.

Nancy Allen poured herself some lukewarm water and sipped slowly, contemplating before taking out her phone to send a message to Hailey Smith, asking her to come to Ink Manor.

Hailey Smith immediately rushed to Ink Manor upon receiving the message.

The Young Madam had met with the Young Master, and now Young Madam was looking for him, perhaps he’d glean some inside gossip.

Upon entering Ink Manor, Hailey Smith loudly announced with a smile: "Young Madam, I’m here!"

The voice was so loud that several artists nearby frowned, glancing at Hailey Smith.

Hailey Smith shrank his neck, quickly lowering his voice and hurried to Nancy Allen’s side.

Nancy Allen led Hailey Smith to the lounge to avoid disturbing others.

So many years had passed, everyone had changed considerably, even Emma Lewis had matured a lot, except Hailey Smith, who was still the same as before.

Hailey Smith asked enthusiastically: "Young Madam, what instructions do you have for me?"

Nancy Allen held up the paper with her writing for Hailey Smith to see.

"Tell me everything that happened to Godfery Shaw in these five years."