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.