Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)
Chapter 1389

It didn't take Quill long to finish settling the matter. By the time he came back, Vera had sat down on the side.

The ward was quiet.

Yulia raised her head and looked at Quill.

"Actually, you didn't have to come deliberately. The hospital has everything. You guys should go back."

Quill walked to her with pursed lips and stared at her wound for a while. He said coldly, "You'd better steer clear of this kind of thing in the future. If you really can't handle it on your own, call the police. There's no need for you to go up close. If your injuries were more serious than this, how am I to explain to your late parents?"

Stunned, Yulia lowered her eyes.

"I'm sorry. I didn't think it'd come to this."

On one side, Vera listened quietly and scrolled through her phone aimlessly.

"I rushed forward on impulse when they wouldn't stop fighting, but I really didn't think it'd come to this. If I'd known I'd trouble you guys, I wouldn't have done so."

At that, Yulia touched her forehead and smiled bitterly, helpless, "The doctor said if I don't take good care of my wound, I might end up with a scar."

A scar?

Vera glanced at her forehead. It'd be hard for a girl to accept having a scar on her forehead.

As the thought crossed her mind, Vera's gaze at her became more sympathetic.

Alas, her sympathy suddenly proliferated.

"I knew it. I shouldn't have chastised her like that." Vera thought. If Yulia ever angered her again or said anything high-sounding, she would only reprimand her lightly.

"You guys have something else in hand, don't you?" Yulia said with a smile, looking gentle. "I'll be fine here alone. Go and do whatever you guys need to. No need to stay here with me." Quill looked at Yulia. After a moment of silence, he took out his phone to make a call.

Ernest was a little surprised when he received Quill's call.

"This is rare; you hardly ever call me. What's the matter?"

"Yulia's hurt; she's in the hospital."

Hearing the news, Ernest was stumped for a moment. Then, he seemed to have thought of something and raised his eyebrows. "Okay, so?"

"Didn't you dote on her back when we were kids?" Quill frowned.

Ernest then said, "As you said, we were kids. What's wrong with me as a brother to spoil her? She's no longer a little girl. Why are you telling me this?" Quill pursed his lips and didn't say anything. Did he call the wrong person?

Seeing that he did not speak, Ernest then said, "What? Didn't you also regard her as a sister back then? Why don't you take care of her?" "Vivy's here."

And with that, Ernest finally understood what Quill was trying to do. He was stunned for a moment before he chuckled.

"Good on you! You've finally caught on. I thought you'd bring Vera along to accompany Yulia. You've finally realized something, haven't you?" Realized something?

Quill asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Yulia likes you. She has been chasing after you since she was a child. Don't you realize she still clings to you no matter how coldly you treated her?"

Quill fell silent for a moment.

"I didn't notice."

Hearing that, Ernest facepalmed. "Do you know how hurtful you sound? She has chased after you for so long, yet you tell me you've never noticed. You can't be this cold-hearted, can you, Quill?" Quill did not respond.

"Forget it. Consider me returning a favor. Which hospital?"

Yulia's expression changed when she saw Ernest come through the door. She felt humiliated, but she could not say a word despite her grievance. She bit her lower lip hard, looking at her knees.

She had to hold back.

There was nothing to be angry about.

Vera was also quite surprised to see him and even greeted him.

"Ernest."

Ernest waved his hand casually and said, "You guys can leave. It'll be fine with me here."

It was only then that Vera realized Quill's call was to him. She had been wondering how long she'd have to stay here, but to her surprise, it was resolved so quickly.

After leaving the hospital, Vera grabbed Quill's hand and whispered.

"Is it really okay to leave Ernest there? Will he think you're an awful friend? Will Yulia hate you?"

Quill gave her a helpless look at her series of questions. "If they hate me, then so be it."

Vera thought it'd probably be impossible for Yulia to hate him. If she were to vent, it'd probably be toward her.

After all, she came with Quill, so Yulia would probably direct her anger at her.

"Let's go back to the bridal boutique."

"Aren't we a little bit heartless? After all, she is injured and lying in the hospital."

"Shall we turn back then?"

"I dare you to do that!"

Quill chuckled. "Do you want to turn back or go to see the wedding dress?"

"Look at the dresses!" Vera said firmly, "Call me the Wicked Witch of the West. I don't want to see you and her together. She covets you!"

"I agree." Quill pinched her cheek and said, "You'd better stay clear of her."

"Oh, okay."

The two of them then headed to the bridal boutique.

In the ward, Yulia quietly rested her head on her bent knees, devastated, while Ernest sat beside her, looking at her.

After a while, Yulia raised her head and looked at Ernest.

"You can leave."

Ernest raised his eyebrows.

Yulia knew what he was thinking, so she said straightforwardly, "I know you were forced to come here. You don't have to stay. This is a hospital, and the nurses and doctors will naturally look after me. You can go."

"Really?" Ernest sat upright and said with a smile, "The nurses can't always keep an eye on you. If you think it's inconvenient for a man like me to look after you, I can get you a caretaker."

"No need!" Yulia's tone was fierce. She refused Ernest and looked at him with side- eyes. "You know what's in my mind. Quill called you over, but I don't want to see you. How about that?"

"Well."

Ernest shook his head and chuckled.

"You silly girl, have you forgotten

how I treated you when you were a

child? Are you not willing to see me who took care of you when you were a child because of a man?"

Yulia did not answer but was silent for a long time before she spoke again.

"You're right, I'm sorry... I've gone too far just now. I apologize, Ernest."

At that, tears pooled in Yulia's eyes uncontrollably. She really wanted to pour her heart out to someone, but she had no one to talk to. Her parents were gone, and she didn't have any friends. She really didn't

have anyone to talk to now.

She was elated Quill had visited that day. However, he brought Vera with him and left soon after.

Ultimately, he threw her to Ernest.

This felt even worse than if he hadn't come.

Seeing how lonely and helpless Yulia looked, Ernest couldn't help but sigh. "Why do you want to push your luck? I've already told you before, haven't you given up yet?"

Give up? She had loved him for so many years. There was no way she could give up with a snap of a finger.

Yulia laughed bitterly in her heart and fixed her gaze at Ernest's eyes. "Ernest, you have loved your wife for so many years. If someone asks you to forget about her and remarry, will you?"