Chapter 296

Julian Roscente's fingers trembled as they groped through empty air.

He refused to believe this eternal darkness before him.

"Victor, open the curtains!" His voice came out hoarse and broken.

Victor Ashcroft stood by the window where sunlight already flooded the hospital room. His Adam's apple bobbed. "Mr. Roscente, the curtains are already open."

Adrian Valentine leaned against the wall, coldly observing the scene. The cigarette between his fingers had burned down to the filter.

"Impossible!" Julian violently overturned the water glass on his bedside table. "How can I be blind?"

The shattering glass plunged the room into dead silence.

Victor took a subtle step back. He'd never seen the young master lose control like this.

The imposing figure of Mr. Roscente Sr. appeared in the doorway. The business tycoon seemed to have aged ten years overnight.

"Father?" Julian turned toward the sound.

Roscente Sr. strode to the bed and gripped his son's shaking shoulders. "Julian, face reality."

"Reality is that I'm blind now?" Julian let out a bitter laugh.

The medical team rushed in. The chief physician adjusted his glasses. "Mr. Roscente, we need to run more comprehensive tests."

After Julian was wheeled away, the atmosphere grew heavier.

Roscente Sr. turned to Adrian. "Who else was there besides Evelyn?"

Adrian narrowed his eyes. "What are you implying?"

"Someone sent me this." Roscente Sr. showed his phone screen.

[How Christian Lefèvre died is how your son got hurt.]

Adrian's pupils constricted sharply. The memory of Christian's gruesome death flashed through his mind.

"Evelyn saved Julian," Adrian said icily.

Roscente Sr. sneered. "There's no smoke without fire. From the fake antiques to the forged artifacts—she exposed them all. Too convenient, don't you think?"

Adrian silently crushed his cigarette butt. Evelyn was indeed shrouded in mystery.

"I won't let anyone who harmed my son get away with it." Ruthlessness flickered in Roscente Sr.'s eyes. "I hope you won't interfere."

Adrian turned toward the window. Sunlight illuminated the sharp angles of his profile.

Suddenly, he remembered Evelyn's resolute silhouette when she'd fired that shot.