Out of Control: Into Your Everything-Chapter 195: We Don’t Need You

Warm tears splattered on the veined hand, scorching as they passed, Julian Ford looked down and saw the glistening teardrop hanging on Scarlett Shaw’s thick eyelashes.

Sensing his gaze, she lifted her moist eyes, revealing an unhidden sincere heartache and an unspoken firmness.

Julian Ford still held Scarlett Shaw tightly, and together, they walked away without looking back.

In the meeting room, Freya Pierce collapsed on the ground, covering her face and crying bitterly.

Her petite, frail body emitted cries of desperation and helplessness, her face covered in tears yet still stunningly beautiful.

It’s hard not to feel a pang of sympathy.

But those remaining in the room just stood still, not stepping forward.

The first sound of footsteps came from Ezra Ford.

His bespoke leather shoes made a slight cold sound on the hospital’s dustproof floor as he walked over to his wife, neither reaching out nor bending down.

He looked at her like a stranger, his eyes so cold that Ryan Ford and Josiah Sutton were momentarily rendered speechless.

"Did you really almost kill Julian?"

In this situation, with Ryan Ford’s explosive emotions, and knowing his son so well, Ezra Ford knew Ryan wouldn’t lie.

That rascal is a hopeless fool.

But he has always held unparalleled respect for Julian, his elder brother.

Ezra Ford only learned today that his eldest son, who seems cold and indifferent to everyone, including him and Freya, devoid of warmth, had actually extended a helping hand to Ryan Ford and Nina Shawcross.

"He’s not my Julian!"

In a resolute denial, the beautiful pupils gradually became distracted, and Freya Pierce hugged herself tightly, alone as if she was in a world where only she could protect herself.

"My Julian... would never say such things to me..."

"He has been dead... gone a long time ago..."

"I really miss my Julian..."

Facing Freya Pierce’s breakdown, Ezra Ford was indifferent, his expression cold and devoid of any warmth, yet his cold brow carried a trace of helpless pain:

"When he was saved back then, you insisted on changing his name to Julian’s, and I complied with you. He never said no, and I know you were dissatisfied with what happened at the time, and you took revenge on him, but why be so cruel?"

"Why me?"

Freya Pierce’s distracted gaze suddenly focused, her beautiful pupils filled with hatred.

"Ezra Ford, you ask me why?"

"Why don’t you ask yourself how much of a bastard you are! You destroyed our family!"

"His cold, emotionless demeanor is exactly molded after you! How can I not despise him!"

Freya Pierce, having been in poor health and suffering from years of nervous breakdown, was extremely emotionally unstable, and just uttering these words left her almost out of breath.

Ezra Ford moved his lips but ultimately didn’t say more.

It was Ryan Ford who, remembering Julian mentioning Ezra Ford and Freya Pierce’s youthful romance, beautiful like a dream yet shattered like a dream, couldn’t help but think of his own mother as he looked at the woman in front of him.

In the end, they were all victims once.

But—

Freya Pierce’s sadness was real, her helplessness real as well, but regardless of how genuine her sorrow was, he didn’t believe she could, under the guise of vulnerability, wantonly cause innocent Julian so much pain.

Always standing at the door, observing everything, Josiah Sutton came in at this time and said politely yet distantly to Ezra Ford:

"Uncle, you should take Aunt Pierce back first, Julian here truly doesn’t need you."

Ezra Ford frowned, wanting to say something, but upon glancing at the broken and fragile Freya Pierce, he merely took out his phone and made a call.

A few minutes later, someone came in and helped Freya Pierce up, and as they reached the door, Josiah Sutton suddenly looked at Ezra Ford and said with a somewhat displeased expression:

"Though it might be inappropriate for me to say this, uncle, many people’s prolonged illnesses are actually closely related to emotions. I used to just suspect that Julian’s illness might be due to too much pressure at home. But today, seeing what you and Aunt Pierce have done, I realized you’re not giving Julian pressure out of love; you simply don’t love him."

As a junior and outsider, Josiah Sutton knew his words were extremely disrespectful to Ezra Ford.

But he couldn’t care less right now.

Freya Pierce’s actions today of directly throwing a teapot to harm Julian Ford were not the first time, as far as Josiah could recall.

It happened last year.

And before that too.

He had of course asked Julian Ford, but the latter merely brushed it off flippantly, saying it was an emotional instability needing an outlet, never once speaking a single word to disparage Freya Pierce.

A person can only attract those who are like them, people who stay around for a long time.

Beside Julian Ford, there is Ryan Ford, who has always respected and almost obeyed him from the start.

There is also Josiah Sutton.

And the ever well-intentioned Scarlett Shaw.

If not for being truly and utterly disappointed, how could someone like Julian Ford become so cold and distant toward Ezra Ford and Freya Pierce?

Josiah Sutton’s criticism was evident in his words, and though Ezra Ford was irked, he didn’t leave immediately but instead pulled out a chair, looked at the images projected on the screen, and sighed long before saying to Josiah Sutton:

"Tell me more about Julian’s illness."

...

Aaron Carson had been waiting outside the hospital outpatient building for his boss and the boss’s wife.

Lately, the frequency at which Julian Ford and Scarlett Shaw came to the hospital had been exceedingly abnormal.

Though the two seemed ostensibly peaceful, and Julian Ford remained inscrutably composed, Scarlett Shaw’s almond eyes, even though she tried her best to conceal it, betrayed an inescapable worry and repressed sadness.

The only thing that could make that little clever fox Scarlett Shaw so constantly uneasy would be something concerning the boss, Aaron Carson couldn’t think of anything else.

He paced anxiously at the door, a wave of jitters roiling inside.

Raising his eyes in an instant, he suddenly caught sight of several tall bodyguards conspicuously walking out, escorting none other than Mrs. Ford, Freya Pierce!

The woman’s face was ashen, her eyes unfocused without any spirit, her eye sockets red.

She looked worn out yet elicited pity.

With her innate aristocratic demeanor, many passersby also glanced curiously.

The Maybach stopped at the hospital entrance, and the bodyguards escorted Freya Pierce into the car. The vehicle drove off swiftly, leaving grey exhaust trailing in the warm June air.

Aaron Carson’s heart jolted, planning to relay this information to Julian Ford.

But then noticed Ryan Ford walking out of the hospital.

This second young master of the Ford family had a face looking even more haggard than Freya Pierce’s.

His crumpled shirt hung carelessly over his trousers’ belt, several buttons undone at the collar, exposing faintly red muscle textures on his chest like they had been burned.

The only thing somewhat presentable was a neatly applied bandage on his temple.

Ryan Ford just walked down the outpatient building steps when he took a cigarette from his pants pocket, bit it in his mouth, and lit it, taking a deep drag.