Sir, Madam Dispeared Again After Divorce! novel Chapter 73

Julien's brows furrowed.

Had she deleted his number?

When the person on the phone did not speak, Sydney frowned in confusion and was prepared to hang up.

Just then, a man's low and pleasant voice sounded on the phone. "It's me."

Sydney's eyes widened, and the pen in her hand stopped moving. She brought the phone from her ear and looked at the familiar string of numbers on the screen before her red lips pursed.

It really was him!

Even though she had deleted all his contact information after the divorce, she could still recognize this string of numbers at a glance.

She took a deep breath to suppress the sourness in her heart and asked with an expressionless face, "Is there something you need, President Flint?"

Julien's face sank when he heard the indifference in her tone.

When she did not recognize him, she could be so gentle with a stranger.

However, she was so indifferent to him.

Julien suppressed the displeasure in his heart and

pursed his lips, saying, "I'm here to apologize to you.”

Sydney dropped her pen and leaned back. "Apologize? Has President Flint done anything wrong to me?"

"It was my mother. I'm sorry for the trouble she caused you." Julien lowered his eyes. His voice carried a hint of apology.

Sydney laughed sarcastically. "So that's what you're apologizing for. You're quite unfortunate, President Flint. You have to apologize on behalf of your fiancee, and now your mother. Will you be apologizing for your younger brother next time?"

Julien said coldly, "There won't be a next time."

"Who knows? The Flint family is very good at causing trouble, especially your mother. I know that very well." Sydney could not help but roll her eyes when she mentioned Velma. "President Flint, can I ask you a question? I have kept this question in my heart for a very long time."

Julien pressed the Bluetooth earbud in his ear suspiciously. "What question?"

"Are you really your mother's child?" Sydney rested her cheek on her palm.

Velma was a typical shrew. Even if she dressed like a noblewoman, she did not look like one at all. Instead, she exuded an air of vulgarity and uncouthness.

Sydney found it really hard to imagine how a woman like that gave birth to a son like Julien.

Julien's eyes flickered. "Why do you ask that?"

"Just curious." Sydney shrugged.

Julien turned the steering wheel. "I am."

She really was his biological mother?

Sydney sighed in disappointment.

It seemed to be some kind of genetic mutation.

Nevertheless, she picked up her pen again. "Well then, I have nothing else to ask, so let's leave it at that. Please keep an eye on your mother from now on, lest she comes to my place screaming like a banshee again."

Screaming like a banshee?

Julien's face turned cold. "Sydney Raines, can you not speak so harshly?"

"Harsh?" Sydney laughed. "President Flint, do you still expect me to be polite to you? Why don't you think about how you treated me for the past six years? Why should I be nice to you? Who do you think you are?"

After that, she hung up the call.

Julien heard the beep from the Bluetooth earbud and knew that she had hung up. He freed a hand from the steering wheel and rubbed his brow.

'Why don't you think about how you treated me for the past six years.' Those words kept replaying in his mind, and it felt like there was a boulder pressing

against his heart, weighing on him.

He could not deny that they had, indeed, treated her badly for the past six years.

Amidst his contemplation, he arrived at the hospital.

Julien parked the car and sat in it for a while before getting out and walking toward the inpatient department.

In the high-end ward, Lyra was watching TV, and Mrs. Madden was sitting by her bed peeling apples.