CHAPTER 391: CHAPTER 391: EVERYONE IS CALLING FOR JULIUS SHAW

Not far away, Hailey Smith and Emma Lewis jumped in shock.

How come Nancy Allen was fine, but Julius Shaw suddenly collapsed instead?

The two quickly ran forward, with Emma supporting Nancy, and Hailey carrying Julius Shaw on her back.

They quickly returned to the villa.

Luckily, there were many doctors in the villa now.

Basil Smith and Ian Bailey immediately came over for treatment: "How could he suddenly faint?"

Emma comforted the panicked Nancy: "Don’t worry, Nancy, everything will be alright."

Julius Shaw fainted and couldn’t wake up, but his consciousness was still clear.

He could clearly hear someone speaking around him.

"The Second Young Master fainted, so when he wakes up, will he become the First Young Master?"

"Not sure, hopefully he will become the First Young Master."

"This time the loss of control lasted too long. Dr. Lewis, you’re an expert in psychology, come take a look. It’s best if the one who wakes up is the First Young Master."

Nancy cried: "Godfery Shaw, please be okay!"

Julius Shaw’s head felt like it was splitting.

Everyone was calling for Godfery Shaw.

But why?

Julius Shaw didn’t understand.

Initially, it wasn’t him who actively came out to fight Godfery Shaw for the body; Godfery Shaw clearly summoned him out.

In that little dark room when he was ten.

Godfery Shaw wanted to live, wanted to resist, called him out in despair and harm.

The day he was born, it was so painful, and he was so hungry.

Godfery Shaw gave him all the malice, told him to take revenge, to fight back.

It was only natural that he took revenge, setting traps to break the legs of the elder who gave orders, finding ways to reveal his parents’ scandal to the other party, inciting a fight between them, pushing Joan Shaw’s favorite grandson into the water almost drowning him, right, even locking up the person who confined him for a full seven days.

That person, like him, had a tenacious life and didn’t die.

Perhaps lowlifes are longer-lived.

He wanted to continue his revenge, wanted those who hurt him to reap what they sowed, but Godfery Shaw said they were too weak now, needed to cultivate their claws slowly, and let him sleep for a while, saying he would call him when it was dangerous next time.

So he slept.

When he woke up again, it was because Godfery Shaw had captured the two people who kidnapped him.

He broke those two people’s limbs and pulled out their nails, getting them to confess their mastermind.

See, this world is filled with malice towards him, so disgusting that he didn’t want to see.

So he went back to sleep again.

Time and time again.

Everything Godfery Shaw didn’t want to handle, everything bloodily disgusting to Godfery Shaw, he would awaken Julius Shaw.

He was like a man-eating beast trapped in the dark, facing the malice of the world every time he was released.

The layers of malice, like filthy water with a rotting smell, were about to drown him.

Growing up soaked in malice, embodying all malice, he gradually became uncontrollable.

Whenever he appeared, he wanted to destroy everyone around him.

So they didn’t want him to come out anymore, including Godfery Shaw.

Until one day, they found Nancy.

Found that piece of candy.

Even when he was sinking in the filthy rotten water, he could smell that candy’s sweetness, seemingly his only color and scent in the world.

He stopped waiting to be awakened, starting to struggle to wake up, wanting to get closer to his candy.

He increasingly appeared as he wished.

She was the first person unafraid of the name Julius Shaw.

He wanted to imprison her, wanted to lock her up.

But the little clarity left in him controlled him not to do so.

He tried to crawl out of the rotten water because Nancy gave him a bracelet, also promised to live with him.

He knew she didn’t like his malice, for which he tried hard to hide it, to not let her discover, appeared well-behaved.

But in the end, she still liked the brother, still didn’t want him.

Why could Godfery Shaw have everything, while he could only appear when Godfery Shaw was hurt, only when facing those malices?

Why did everyone call him a monster?

Initially, it was they who let him face these malices; it was they who made him this way, so why didn’t anyone want him at all?

At this moment, Julius Shaw heard another voice.

This voice wasn’t the illusionary sounds around but came from his still-aching mind.

Like a direct conversation of consciousness.

"All those years, I’m sorry for the burden."

Julius Shaw’s thoughts got interrupted, and he asked with some jealousy and joy: "Godfery Shaw, is that you?"

"It’s me."

"Why are you saying sorry to me! Why apologize! You’re not allowed to apologize, I don’t accept!"

"I made you face all the malice, that was my fault, but I... never wanted to discard you."

"..."

A word of never wanting to discard him extinguished Julius Shaw like lit dynamite.

He felt lost and helpless, not knowing how to respond.

After a long time, he just softly called: "Brother."

They were the same person; they were also brothers.

Julius Shaw was a personality created when Godfery Shaw was ten years old, he always considered Godfery Shaw as his brother.

Godfery Shaw gently said: "Your malice is also my malice, let’s bear it together."

"But, I’m not good at anything."

"It’s okay, I’ll help you."

Julius Shaw suddenly awoke.

The surrounding conversations fell silent.

He opened his eyes to see everyone looking at him with caution and anticipation.

It was a look hoping he had become Godfery Shaw upon waking.

If it were the previous Julius Shaw, seeing such looks, the malice inside probably would have wanted to gouge out everyone’s eyes.

Yet now, Julius Shaw merely reached out to adjust his slightly askew mask, worried the mask falling off might alarm Nancy.

In his gradually clearer view, Nancy bent down by his side, nervously watching him, worriedly asking: "Godfery Shaw, are you alright?"

Julius Shaw calmly replied: "I’m fine, I just haven’t been sleeping well lately, it’s nothing serious."

Julius Shaw was so calm that everyone looked a bit uneasy.

Hailey Smith, forthrightly, tested calling: "First Young Master?"

A flicker of viciousness flashed in Julius Shaw’s eyes, quickly suppressed by an invisible force: "Everyone disperse, I’m alright now."

Hailey Smith nodded in a daze.

The shift in his gaze happened too swiftly for Hailey Smith to catch the meaning in those eyes.

The person before them seemed not to be the First Young Master, the one who came back was still the Second Young Master.

However... in the words and actions of the Second Young Master, there seemed to be traces of the First Young Master.

How to say, it’s like a calm and composed First Young Master was helping him by his side, telling him to calm down.

This made Hailey somewhat delighted; could this mean the First Young Master’s return was imminent?

Julius Shaw’s fainting was due to lack of sleep.

Ian Bailey, thinking of the insomnia treatment for Godfery Shaw before, hesitated before leaving and said: "Your coma is caused by severe insomnia, sharing a room at night with this young lady should help improve your insomnia."

Julius Shaw actually knew that apart from Nancy’s side, everywhere else was uneasy to sleep, everywhere else felt full of malice.

Nancy seriously responded immediately upon hearing this: "Alright, I’ll stay with Godfery Shaw."

The crowd hesitated to speak.

Emma wanted to refuse on Nancy’s behalf, but considering how Julius Shaw was fed every moment of day and night, there wasn’t much difference sharing a room, and another fainting might scare Nancy.

Basil Smith had another thought. Others might not have noticed, but Basil Smith saw that after this coma, something seemed different with the Second Young Master, staying by Young Madam’s side, perhaps the First Young Master would appear quicker.

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