Refusing To Divorce (Julia and Harry)
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Julia's words were earnest, her gaze sincere. Harry remained expressionless, neither affirming nor denying anything, Instead, he silently shifted his gaze, lost in thought. Just as Harry was about to speak up, Julia suddenly spoke again.

"But I am curious about one thing, Julia cautiously probed Harry's attitude. Noticing that he didn't show any signs of anger. she continued in a hushed tone, "Do you think your father's death is related to the Hill family?" There wasn't much information in the documents directly linking the incident to the Hill family. Harry didn't

know where Julia had seen it, so he didn't immediately respond. Sensing Harry's lack of anger, Julia assumed she could continue asking questions and didn't notice Harry's silence after she mentioned the Hill family

Julia said. "The Wright and the Hill families had a gool relationship back then. I've heard some rumors suggesting the Wright family cut off the Hill family's source of income, which was why they killed your dad. But the police concluded it was suicide." She added, "Although there's no direct evidence to prove the Hill family killed your father, they still could be suspicious"

After a long silence, Harry finally spoke up. "What do you think should be? What are the facts as you see them?" Julia, who had been married to Harry for many years, never voluntarily brought up anything related to the Wright family. especially knowing that Melvin's death When she saw Harry investigating Melvin's death, it sparked her inner detective talent, prompting her to analyze what she understood with Harry.

Harry focused on driving. Although his phone rang a few times, he ignored it and continued listening to Julia's analysis. "Do you believe my father didn't have a cross-dressing fetish?" Harry asked.

Julia nodded. "Actually, I've seen Melvin several times when I was young. In my impression, he was a very good person. He was gentle and didn't seem like someone with a cross-dressing fetish."

Hearing this, Harry remained silent for a few seconds before saying, "Sometimes, you don't really know someone's true nature. How do you know what's in his mind? You're not him so how do you know if he had a cross-dressing fetish or not?

Julia looked at Harry's profile and asked in a low voice, "So do you believe the media reports, thinking that your fath had cross-dressing fetish?"

Harry didn't answer. He also knew his father couldn't have been a pervert, but he hadn't found a reasonable explanation for the strange scene and his father's odd behavior at the time.

Julia said, "I don't know how you see this, but I've always thought Melvin was a nice person. If you're investigating the truth about his death, I hope you can clear his name."

Being wrongly accused was a terrible feeling, especially for someone who had passed away, to be unjustly accused before death was truly bitter. They couldn't defend themselves and could only endure the accusations.

"Arya called you again. Alden said you haven't seen Arya lately. Did you argue with Arya because of Melvin's matter?" Julia easily connected what she saw in the office with the documents, and subconsciously thought that Harry had a conflict with Arya because of Melvin's Because of this, the relationship between the Hill family and the Wright family also broke down later, but only the parties involved knew the specific reasons. Outsiders couldn't know.

Julia looked at Harry's vibrating phone and couldn't help but remind him. Unexpectedly, Harry casually handed the phone to Julia. "You answer it. I can't answer the phone while driving" Fri, Nov

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Julia couldn't believe it and pointed to herself, asking. "You want me to answer it? If Arya replaces out you're with me, won't she threaten you with suicide again

Harry drove calmly. "You answer it. I can't take calls while driving

'Can't answer the phone while driving? Julia morked inwardly. Was Harry the kind of person who followed traffic rules!

Julia smirked. "Are you sure you want me to answer? Fine, I'll take it. But if Arya gives you trouble later, don't blame me

With that, Julia answered Arya's call without hesitation. Her first entence left Arya stunned. "Harry is driving. If you have something to say, you can tell me, and I'll pass on the message."

Arya was familiar with Julia's voice. She clenched her phone tiglily, but there was no sound on the other end for a while Then Julia spoke a few more sentences, and Arya managed to suppress her anger. "Where's Harry? Why isn't he answering my calls?" In the

"He's driving. How do you expect him to answer the phone? Julia chuckled, but to Arya, it sounded like a challenge. Arya was furious. She didn't want to hear Julia's voice, so she hung up the phone immediately and

began to rampage room, throwing whatever she could replace to the ground. The cosmetics on the dressing table had become her victims. The maids heard the commotion but didn't dare to enter. They stood trembling at the door, afraid that entering would make them Arya's t "Julia! Arya screamed hysterically, even treating the things in her hand as Julia and smashing them forcefully to the ground. When they turned into fragments in Arya's eyes, Julia also became fragmented

Arya gasped for breath, exhausted, as she sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the chaos in the room. Suddenly, she roared and the maid standing at the door quickly entered. Before she could even steady herself, Arya kicked the maid hard to the ground. Her palm hit th Arya coldly

watched the maid's pained expression. It seemed that only when she tormented others could she feel a little better. Arya didn't know what had come over her, but suddenly she squatted in front of the maid. In her eyes, the maid's face gradually merged with Julia's... Arya took a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from the nearby drawer. She brought the lit cigarette close to the maid's f gesturing a few times in front of her eyes. The maid's face was full of terror and fear. She retreated continuously, causing he hand to bleed more from the shards,

The floor was stained with the maid's blood, and Arya became more excited. The maid showed a pleading expression, but Arya seemed exhilarated, ignoring the maid's helplessness and pain. She directly pressed the lit cigarette against the maid's exposed arm, thigh.... The room echoed with the maid's agonizing screams. Arya was thoroughly enjoying herself. She slowly stood up, looking at the maid lying on the ground weakly, and said coldly, "Clean this place. I'm sick of seeing you."