Sir, Madam Dispeared Again After Divorce! novel Chapter 673

He had never told anyone about the deep scar on him.

Therefore, no one ever comforted him that he hadn't done anything wrong, especially that he hadn’t led to the death of his mother.

Years passed, but his scar hadn’t been healed. What’s worse, it was growing. To relieve the pain, he chose to drink and selfharm.

But now, Sydney told Julien that his mother hadn't regretted it since she had born him and that he hadn't resulted in the death of his mother. His being was accepted, especially by the one he loved. Sydney was the first one to tell him all this.

Naturally, Julien felt a bit better, and his heart opened slightly.

Sydney didn't know what Julien was thinking.

But when Julien said he opened up somewhat because of her comfort, she felt herself walking on air.

In her view, it meant that whether he was drunk or not, no matter what she said, he would listen and remember.

It also meant that even if he was drunk, he treated her with special sincerity.

"Julien," Sydney picked up a chicken drumstick and put it into Julien's bowl. " Shall we see the psychiatrist, if time permitted?"

"Psychiatrist?" Julien frowned unconsciously.

Sydney nodded slightly. "Yes, see the psychiatrist. Your mother passed away about ten years, and you should let it go now. Do you want to continue this life every year this day because you don't let it go?"

She put down the fork in her hand and looked at him seriously. "Julien, do you know your grandma is worrying about you? She is old enough. To put it blankly, she is close to her final day. Do you still want her to keep worrying about you? At her age, grandma should enjoy her happy old life but not burden the troubles of her grandson. We have been selfish to disturb grandma much, and I'd not like to let it go on in the coming days."

Julien pinched his lips together, speechless.

Sydney rubbed her temple and said, "And me. Julien, do you want me to worry about you at this time every year?" "Of course, no!" Julien answered at once.

Sydney stared at him. "If so, promise me that you will see the psychiatrist."

Julien cast his eye down. "I'll consider it."

"What are you considering?" Sydney frowned. "At this point, you should promise directly but not consider, or I will hold back the reconciliation. I'm tired of your mutability and would be more tired of living on tenterhooks for you every year. I could do nothing but stop reconciling with you, avoiding the intimate relationship, so as not to care, or to worry, or to get tired, no matter how you are."

When Julien heard that, his heartbeat immediately accelerated. Gripping the fork, he stood up with a jerk and then grabbed her shoulder tightly, his fingers digging into her skin, looking emotional. "Don't stop reconciling with me! Sydney, you can't!

Julien had had a hard time making Sydney be moved by him again. He finally managed to make her forgive him and be willing to reconcile with him.

Just a few days later, he would succeed in reconciliation, but now, she stopped reconciling with him at the decisive moment.

Were his long-term efforts in vain?

He could definitely not lose her again.

He would go crazy!

Julien's frantic look informed Sydney that her threat of stopping the reconciliation provoked him.

After all, he had been trying to win her back for a long time. Although she promised him reconciliation, it hadn't come true yet.

He was fearing for her leaving all the time, with deep insecurity in mind.

Therefore, when he heard that Sydney would stop here, he lost his cool.

Sighing inwardly, Sydney pressed her hand and began to comfort Julien, "I will stop here unless you promise to see the psychiatrist. As I have said, if you don't get better, even if I reconcile with you, I will still get exhausted by your terrible situation every year. And at that time, we might go our separate ways nevertheless."

"No way!" Julien tightened his grabbing on her shoulders. "We won’t separate. I promise you. I'll see the psychiatrist." He had already known that he would ruin himself, more or less, if he indulged in the past.