My Wife Wants a Divorce by Red Little Fruit

Chapter 903 Sydney's Consolation

Julien's eyes widened when he heard that, and he suddenly turned around.

His eyes were still crimson at that moment, but his pupils were trembling.

He was thrilled by Sydney's words.

He had thought that she was regretful that he didn't continue to be Dallin's shadow and turn back into that gentle man.

Because of that, anger had built up in his chest. He had wanted to ask her if she really liked the former him.

If his mother hadn't trained him into anyone, he would be upset but not angry to know that she liked his former character.

That was the real him after all.

However, the truth was the contrary. He had been trained to be like Dallin. It was unbearable if she missed the former him.

It would be like she loved an illusory character rather than him.

Fortunately, she denied it, which appeased his anger.

The truth was that she loved him rather than an illusory character.

Or else, she wouldn't have rejoiced that he didn't turn back into his old self.

That was because she knew that he was not a stand-in for Dallin. He was Julien who should have his own character.

So, she congratulated him for being himself.

Unable to hold back the excitement, he strode over and held her forcefully, as if he wanted her to be a part of him.

"Sydney, Sydney, Sydney!" Julien put his mouth to Sydney's ear and kept calling out to her.

His voice was thick with emotions, and his tone was stressed.

Sydney knew why he was so emotional.

It was because of her words.

She knew how her words would affect him.

When he learned that his mother had trained him to be a stand-in for another man, he would subconsciously reject his existence and doubt if he should have come to this world.

He came to this world only to become another person's shadow.

He would hate and reject himself.

Her words were an acknowledgment. She was telling him that his existence was meaningful and that he was not anyone's shadow.

He was himself. He was Julien.

That explained why Julien emotionally hugged her to express his joy.

"It's okay." Sydney smiled, patted Julien on the back, and said softly, "You're holding me too tightly. I can't breathe."

Julien slightly loosened his embrace but didn't let go of her.

He couldn't let go of her. Only by holding her could he confirm that what he had heard was not an illusion.

Sydney sensed his attachment. She felt helpless and funny.

The independent, reserved man clung to her like a child. The change made her laugh.

She didn't dwell on it or ask him to let go of her again. While the man was holding her tightly, she patted his back again to comfort him. "Don't worry, you've got me, Grandma, Velma, and Jayden. We all know that you're unique and not anyone's substitute."

In fact, she didn't want to mention Velma.

To soothe the man, she had to stomach the disgust.

Julien buried his head in Sydney's neck. He didn't say anything but only hummed to indicate that he had heard her and that he would keep it in mind.

Sydney stopped talking. They just quietly held each other.

Julien reluctantly let go of her when her phone rang.

Sydney took out her phone and smiled at the sight of the caller ID. "It's Mrs. Chase. She probably wants to know what you would like to eat for dinner."

Julien glanced at the screen. Most of his negative emotions were gone. "Go ahead and take it. I'm going to the study."

He still needed some time to calm down.

Her words had reassured him to some extent.

Still, there were things he needed to mull over.

After all, the one who hurt him was his mother. He had to get over it by himself.

Aware of his intention, Sydney nodded in agreement.

She believed that he would soon follow her guidance and come out of it.

She was not worried that he was going to lock himself up.

"Go ahead, I'll let you know when lunch is ready," Sydney said.

Julien lightly nodded, turned around, and headed to the study.

After he got in, Sydney called Mrs. Chase back.

Mrs. Chase had waited for a while and hung up the phone when she was gazing at him just now.

She was going to call back.

After closing the door, Julien leaned against the door frame, slightly closed his eyes, and pinched the bridge of his nose. Exhaustion was written all over his face.

It was both physical and mental.

He had always thought that his mother gave birth to him in exchange for freedom and that her love for him was real and pure.

Now he found out that he was dead wrong.

His mother did love him, but her love was not pure. At least, he weighed less than Dallin in her heart.

She loved Dallin but could not see him. To ease the pain, she trained her son to be like that man. She didn't care if her son would have his own character.

To make his mother happy and live up to her expectations, he had trained to be as gentle as he could, although he didn't like his gentle look.

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That was because he knew that his mother was not living a happy life after she married his father. To cheer her up, he turned himself into something he didn't like.

It turned out to be all a lie.

Julien kept his head low. On the sides, his fists clenched so forcefully that his shoulders trembled. On the back of his hands, the veins were popping. The air about him was chilling.

He didn't doubt Sydney's words. Far from it, he bought it immediately.

In fact, he had felt that his mother was seeing someone else in him. Without any proof, he had thought that he was mistaken.

When Sydney told him that his former character was the same as Dallin's, he realized that he hadn't been wrong.

His mother was indeed seeing someone else in him. He had been trained to be a stand-in for Dallin.

A stand-in!

How ironic!

The head of the Flint family became the shadow of another man.

And the man was suspected to be the murderer of his father.

He could not forgive his mother for her doing.

He would continue to respect her but would not love her again.

No one could stand such a thing.

It was especially true for Julien.

His mother had never seen him as her son or loved him wholeheartedly.

It didn't matter because he didn't care.

There were people who loved him. Leaf and his grandma both loved him very much.

After learning that he had been trained to be another person, Leaf could immediately forget the former him who left her a deep impression and accept the current him who got reborn.

This kind of affection alone was worth his lifetime remembrance.