Refusing To Divorce (Julia and Harry)

Julia was known for her calm demeanor. To those who didn't know her well, she appeared to have a good temper, always handling betrayal and provocations with an unruffled ease. However, those close to her understood that her tolerance wasn't due to her passive nature With a smirk, Julia blinked at Arya and said, "Miss Hill, you've been singing praises of how attentive my husband is. If he's really that considerate, how did you end up getting sick? It seems the more you lack something, the more you boast about it, doesn't it?" Arya was taken aback by the directness of Julia, who didn't spare even Harry a glance before confronting her. Tears welled up in Arya's eyes as she turned to Harry and apologized softly, "Harry, I'm sorry. I just got carried away by old memories. I didn't mean to bring it up "Miss Hill, I'm not upset." Julia maintained a faint smile. I'm just speaking up for you. You've been abroad for so long. Harry's married, and here you are, still living in the past. Look, He's not even speaking up for you."

Arya lowered her head, biting her lip as tears streamed down her face. "I know, given my position, I shouldn't stay here. Mrs. Wright, if you prefer, I leave. There's no need for you to push me out."

Julia nodded, her tone matter-of-fact as she said, "If you truly wish to leave, you're free to do so. I won't hold you back."

"Julia," Harry interjected sharply, giving her a stern look. That's enough."This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

Arya, now visibly frightened, didn't expect Julia to refrain from asking her to stay. She stammered, "I... I'm here just for my health, not to cause trouble for you, Mrs. Wright."

Julia raised an eyebrow. "So, you're not leaving after all?" Seeing Arva's avered look, she couldn't help but smirk. "Let's drop

the subject then!

Julia ignored Harry's stern expression and picked up her bag from the table, ready to head out. To her surprise, Harry followed her

and caught her arm. She turned to him with a sarcastic edge to her voice. "Mr. Wright, what's this about? Aren't you worried your old flame might get upset?"

Harry narrowed his eyes, his presence imposing as he confronted her. "What's gotten into you? Is it Arya's comments, or..." His probing gaze intensified as he asked, "Are you jealous?"

Julia laughed dismissively as if the idea was ridiculous. "Jealous? Please, Mr. Wright, I know the score. Our marriage is nothing but a lie, I've never truly been your wife in anything but name." She tried to pull away, irritation clear on her face. "Let go of me!" Instead of releasing her, Harry guided her toward the car and told the driver, "To the hospital.

Julia stared at him in disbelief. "Are you serious, Harry? Why on earth are we going to the hospital? Let me tell you something better to do-

why not just sign the divorce papers early? The debt is Donald's, not mine. If it's money you're after, go talk to him. Whether it's about beating him up or taking his life, that's your business. Just keep me out of it."

Harry sat there, glancing at the driver as he commanded, "What are you waiting for? Drive!"