It seems the videos online have been edited, and what we’re seeing now is a cut version. Who did it?
Was it Hugo Quinn? To prevent him from discovering the woman nad Gloria Galloway, she deliberately edited all the videos.
Julian Sterling’s mind is very confused; he can’t rember what exactly happened between him and Gloria Galloway. But just hearing that na still makes his heart ache, so much that he can hardly breathe.
He always thought he loved Yvette Jacobs, but now he’s very sure that Yvette is already a thing of the past. During the years he can’t rember, he fell deeply in love with a woman nad Gloria Galloway.
In the kitchen, Hugo Quinn and Eleanor Hollis were still preparing dinner, oblivious that Marcus had already spilled too many secrets.
Even during dinner, Julian Sterling didn’t ask anything, remaining quietly composed.
Upon returning ho, he intentionally shut himself in his room, searching online for information about Gloria Galloway. Strangely, there was nothing about her on the internet; everything had been thoroughly erased.
Frustrated, Julian Sterling sat beside his computer and called his talent agency, but they kept hemming and hawing, unwilling to tell the truth.
"Knock, knock, knock."
Soone knocked on his door; it was just him and Ethan at ho.
Julian Sterling’s expression was a bit downcast, as he rubbed his temples.
Ethan Sterling pushed the door open and saw him dazing in front of the computer, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.
He knew all the matters concerning his cousin very well.
Holding a cup of red wine, he sat down leisurely beside him, noticing the words Gloria Galloway written on the screen, instantly realizing Julian was investigating her.
"Cousin, though I haven’t been around you these years, I know everything that happened to you, and naturally, I also know about Gloria Galloway. You might as well ask instead of searching the net. Hugo and the others have already swept clean the network not to let you rember those things, you won’t find anything."
Upon hearing this, Julian Sterling looked up at him.
Ethan Sterling’s face didn’t betray any humor, and his eyes shimred with fine light.
"What would it take for you to tell ?"
He was obviously withholding the information to negotiate terms.
Ethan raised an eyebrow, swirling his wine glass.
"Cousin, I’m hungry. Make a bowl of noodles. I haven’t eaten tonight. After I eat, I’ll tell you everything you want to know."
Julian Sterling felt a chill, realizing how deeply childhood events influenced this person, still indulging in such whims.
Reluctantly, he got up and went downstairs to cook a bowl of plain noodles.
Hearing the sounds from the kitchen, Ethan’s lips curled slightly, his heart softened.
Though others might view it as disgusting, for him, love was a lifelong commitnt. Even if that was a mistake, he was willing to pay for it, even if in others’ eyes he seed misunderstood.
Julian Sterling didn’t put much effort into it; he served the bowl of noodles casually beside Ethan.
After a few bites, Ethan knitted his brow, finding it too salty, almost choking.
Hurriedly, he drank a few sips of water, looking skeptically at Julian.
According to his research, Julian was supposedly good at cooking, now making such a bowl only to patronize him.
His heart ached, feeling helpless.
"Speak then, about Gloria Galloway."
Julian Sterling wore a business-like deanor, his face impassive.
Ethan added more hot water to the plain noodles before eating them in large bites.
"Gloria Galloway was your wife. I don’t know whether you truly loved her. After marriage, you were very cold to her, with tabloids often filled with your rumors. Your wife never publicly comnted. She eventually fell ill and passed away. Then you announced your retirent from the entertainnt industry. I saw the unedited video where you said you lost your life’s true love and didn’t want to stay in the industry anymore. After the announcent, you indeed disappeared, lingering in bars, living a sorrowful life. Your brothers probably kept it from you to shield you from pain."
Ethan didn’t seize this opportunity to sow discord between them.
After finishing the noodles, he wiped his mouth with a nearby napkin.
"That’s all I have to say. I also know Gloria Galloway’s cetery. I’ll send it to your phone later; you can go and see for yourself."
Julian Sterling had no idea how to react, as if hearing soone else’s story.
Soon, the living room was left with him alone. Shortly after, his phone chid, likely Ethan sending him the cetery’s location.
His hands trembled slightly; he retrieved the phone and then left in his car.
Late-night visits to ceteries weren’t typical for most people.
He arrived at the cetery by ten o’clock; fortunately, street lamps lit the surroundings.
After searching for a while, he finally found a radiant face.
Flowers covered the cetery front—Julian Sterling had no doubts he sent them—as the flowers looked fresh, indicating frequent replacents.
His legs weakened as he leaned against the cold tombstone, throat burning unable to utter a word.
Seeing this face, although he didn’t recall much, the piercing pain was undeniably real.
"Step, step, step, step."
Footsteps sounded nearby, but Julian Sterling wasn’t scared; he shivered his lips, looking towards where the footsteps ca from.
The brothers locked eyes, montarily stunned.
Jude Shaw hadn’t expected to encounter Julian Sterling here, as he visited Gloria Galloway’s gravesite to speak to her both morning and evening.
Julian Sterling originally sat crouched but slowly stood upon seeing Jude.
Jude approached, placing the bouquet he carried on the ground.
"You..."
Uttering just this word, Julian Sterling fell silent.
"Have you rembered?"
Jude slowly ca forward, bending down to lay the flowers.
"No."
Julian Sterling answered briskly, noticing Jude’s expression; he suddenly conjectured boldly that his wife was also soone his brother loved.
Jude was the youngest among them, with the simplest mind; Julian had no doubt Gloria was his first love.
"Tell about her, you loved her?"
Though frad as a question, it carried the tone of a statent.
Jude nodded, refraining from denying; among brothers, he found no need to lie.
"Before she married you, I told her to choose . I could offer her a good life. I warned her that you’d never be happy together, but she didn’t listen. She loved you deeply, took the bla for Yvette to win a chance to marry you. Earlier, I thought you didn’t love her; later, I realized you simply couldn’t see through your own heart."
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