Out of Control: Into Your Everything-Chapter 194: What Good Is She Being With You?

Chapter 194: Chapter 194: What Good Is She Being With You?

Although there’s not much credibility when it comes to matters between men and women, Ryan Ford rarely fakes in information exchange.

After all, this is his livelihood. Without integrity, who would seek him out?

"What Mia is working on now isn’t something that can be easily explained in a few words. Let’s discuss it another day. Josiah, just tell me now, what’s happened to my brother?"

Josiah Sutton’s expression was somber, his heart filled with irritation.

That day when we met at Cloud Harbor...

After Julian Ford left, he still ended up driving to follow her motorcycle.

But he watched helplessly as she mingled in places of debauchery, surrounded by all kinds of men and women. When she saw him, even the friendly demeanor she showed during the day disappeared.

All that was left was a cold aloofness.

"Julian is upstairs in the neurosurgery conference room," Josiah Sutton said with a displeased expression. "The experts are conducting a consultation, confirming the final treatment plan with him and Scarlett. I’ll take you up."

Josiah’s words were vague, but terms like neurosurgery and treatment plan were enough to sink Ryan Ford’s heart to the bottom.

The two of them with extremely grim faces walked upstairs.

The conference room was around a corner, and as they approached, doctors in white coats filed out from the doorway, each with a different expression. Josiah Sutton frowned slightly, and the next second, he saw that the last person coming out was Julian Ford’s chief surgeon.

"Dr. Lawson, is the consultation over?"

Josiah Sutton asked.

Dr. Lawson shook his head, walked a bit farther before speaking in a low voice, "Chairman Ford and Mrs. Ford suddenly came in and got into a quarrel with President Ford. We couldn’t stay there any longer."

He sighed, "But fortunately, the plan is finalized. However, judging by the chairman’s expression, a mix of anger and heartache, could it be that he’s just finding out about President Ford’s brain tumor now?"

As Dr. Lawson said this, Josiah Sutton didn’t get a chance to respond before Ryan Ford’s face turned pale.

Almost instantaneously, Ryan Ford flashed to the conference room door, unable to stop himself from kicking it open.

"What use is she with you? Without the Ford family, and with you having this illness, all she’s doing is waiting for you to die with you!"

Ezra Ford’s voice surged with rage, almost piercing the eardrums, even spouting a few curses. Nearby, Scarlett, shielded by Julian, moved her lips red with emotion, attempting to speak, but Julian first coldly retorted:

"No matter what Scarlett is like, it’s not your place to judge her. This is a hospital, not Veridian, nor the Ford family. Your shouting here has no effect but shame."

"Even if I die, I don’t need your concern."

Ezra’s face was livid with anger. He raised his hand as if to slap, but glimpsed at the various images and pathological terms on the conference room projector, and his raised hand froze, slowly putting it down again.

Anger and worry simultaneously surfaced on his deep and composed face, intertwining into a rare display of agony.

Ezra Ford closed his eyes, took a deep breath, telling himself that the most important thing now was his son’s treatment, and the rest, he could temporarily not care about.

However, Freya Pierce’s emotions were evidently less stable than Ezra Ford’s.

Just hearing Julian Ford mention the word "death," Freya nearly broke down, crying as she grasped Julian’s arm:

"Julian, how can you not take care of your own health at all? Just to be with her, you hid such a great thing even from your father and mother. You’ve let me down so much!"

"You’ve already betrayed your mother once, do you want to hurt her again?"

"Julian, come to your mother’s side! Please!"

Freya possessed an undeniable beauty. Even as she sobbed uncontrollably, there was a delicate and heart-rending look.

If an uninformed bystander saw this scene, they would naturally stand on the side of this seemingly frail woman, instinctively assuming that Julian Ford, her son, had wronged his mother somehow.

Scarlett, standing by Julian’s side, was dumbfounded watching Freya, feeling a chilling sensation running down her back.

How can this be...

As a mother, how can you still blame your son at a time like this?

Doesn’t she know, every word she says to Julian is hurting him?!

"I’ve never been the son you imagined."

Julian nonchalantly pulled away Freya’s slender hand clinging to his arm, lowering his eyes to look at his mother.

"You’re not young anymore, how long will you continue deceiving yourself? By putting your pain on others, you’ll always live in pain. You feel disappointed in me, but as my mother, you’ve never given me any hope. Please don’t appear in front of me to affect my treatment."

Freya’s eyes glistened with tears, frozen, unable to move.

Even Ezra Ford looked at Julian Ford in disbelief, plunged into a silence of shock.

Over the years, Julian Ford had quarreled many times with him as his father, and they had exchanged many harsh words, but towards Freya, it’s the first time he’d spoken so coldly and distantly about disassociating from her.

Ezra Ford’s gaze was deep, with a slight frown, and instinctively he felt there were things between his son and Freya that he didn’t know.

In this stalemate, Julian Ford led Scarlett out of the conference room without any reluctance.

Evidently, he didn’t intend to waste any more time with them.

At that moment, Freya suddenly grabbed the teapot from the long table and hurled it at the back of Julian’s head.

"Why wasn’t it you who died back then! Why!! Why take away my son!! You must have intentionally killed your brother!!"

The woman was in utter collapse, hoarse from screaming.

The teapot’s sudden attack was unexpected, and while Julian shielded Scarlett, the anticipated pain never came.

Ryan Ford took the hit instead.

His shirt and trousers were soaked with tea, the fine and exquisite fabric gradually darkening, with the open collar also stained.

His temple was struck by the teapot, blood seeping out.

But Ryan Ford seemed unfazed by the pain, stepping in front of Freya, his eyes red with anger as he rebuked:

"What kind of mother are you?!"

"My brother has such a serious illness now, and you can’t say a single word of concern, all you do is say he’s wronged you! How has he wronged you? Just because he helped me and my mom back then, he deserves to die?!"

"Because of this, you tricked my brother, put sleeping pills in his food, slit his wrist. Do you think just because we don’t mention it, and Dad doesn’t know, you can go on pretending it never happened?! Now you want to reenact this old drama?!"

Ryan Ford was so damn infuriated he felt like his lungs would burst!

He lived in the Ford family for so many years, always staying out of things, never speaking so rudely to Freya before.

But he couldn’t take it anymore!

"I just don’t get it, since you’ve both lost a son before, and now my brother is the only one left, why can’t you love him well? Why do you insist on pushing him to become someone else?! Even now, the first thing you do is to baselessly criticize him?! You’re not fit to be parents at all!"

In the vast space of the conference room, it was so silent it seemed as if Ryan’s breath, intense and irregular, was the only sound.

Shielded behind Julian, Scarlett’s hand couldn’t stop trembling, touching the scar she had curiously asked about more than once.

The story behind the scar was even more unbearable than imagined.

She felt like her heart was about to break, yet Julian standing in front of her showed no change in expression, his habitual indifference to pain causing her tears to fall uncontrollably.

No one is born knowing how to love others.

It’s learned and developed through receiving love, gaining the ability to love.

But—

Though Julian had never received love, he would still earnestly and firmly tell her that he loved her.