My Billionaire Boyfriend Went Mad After I Left

---- Chapter 9 Inside that black velvet box, there were no rare jewels. 'There was only a thin piece of paper. Trembling, Julian picked it up. It was a death certificate issued by the New York City Office of Chief Medical Examiner. **Name: Oliver Vance.** **Time of Death: Three days ago, .** **Cause of Death: Complications arising from brainstem hemorrhage (due to delayed craniotomy).** Julian stared at the timestamp. In that instant, his pupils vibrated violently, as if that line of black text had stabbed him straight in the eye. Three days ago. .

That was the exact moment he had coldly refused to help me over the phone. It was in that exact moment, because of his mistrust and prejudice, that my father took his last breath. "No... this isn't true..." Julian's voice was a broken wheeze squeezed from his throat. He remembered my sobbing on the phone. He remembered the doctor's warning. It hadn't been a lie. It was a desperate cry for help. 'And he had personally cut the rope. He had ruthlessly spent twenty million dollars on a damn diamond ---- necklace for Seraphina.

Meanwhile, my father had died alone in a freezing emergency room, all because we were short fifty thousand dollars for surgery. "Investigate! I want it investigated now!" Julian grabbed his chief assistant by the collar, his eyes red as a wounded beast, roaring, "Find out exactly what happened in the last three days! Check Elara's current flight records! Turn New York upside down if you have to, but find her!" 'The assistant, face pale with fright, scrambled out of the hall. Seraphina stood to the side, watching Julian lose control. Her fear finally overrode her arrogance.

She tried to grab Julian's arm, her voice trembling as she tried to ingratiate herself. "Julian... don't be like this. Is it worth it for a dead old man? He was just a bankrupt loser..." "Besides, wasn't our goal to get revenge on the Vance family? Now that the old immortal is dead, we should..." *slap!* A sharp, resounding crack echoed through the hall. Julian's hand connected heavily with Seraphina's face, knocking her backward into the shards of glass on the floor. Julian looked down at her, his gaze terrifyingly unfamiliar. It was like he was looking at trash.

"Shut up." "Seraphina, tell me. Did Elara really bully you back then?" The video had already given the cruel answer, but he needed to hear it from her own mouth. ---- 'The reason Julian hated bullies so much was a dark chapter in the Thorne family history-his own sister, Lily, had committed suicide at sixteen after suffering long-term psychological bullying at boarding school. 'That angelic sister had died in the prime of her life. Since then, "anti- bullying" had been Julian Thorne's untouchable trigger. But now, reality had slapped him hard across the face.

To avenge his sister, he had turned himself into an even more vicious bully. He had become a murderer. Seraphina clutched her swollen, red face. Looking at the man who. had once been so submissive to her, a flash of madness crossed her eyes. "Julian, are you interrogating me now? Based on some deepfake video?" "Oris it.." She shrieked with laughter, pointing a finger at his nose. " Did you fall in love with that bitch?" "Did you actually fall for the type of woman who killed your sister?" 'The accusation froze him in his tracks.

He stood in the wreckage of the banquet hall, his back to her, looking incredibly lonely. Love? The word rolled around his throat, hurting like swallowed glass. He couldn't explain it himself. For three years, he had told himself countless times late at night: getting close to Elara was just for revenge. That run-down Brooklyn apartment was just a stage. Those cozy dinners were just props. ---- But why? Why, looking back now, were those times spent picking out discounted steaks at the supermarket and watching cheap movies on the sofa the only times in his life he had ever slept soundly?

Which one was the real him? The cold-blooded Wall Street wolf, or the gentle boyfriend who warmed my feet on rainy days? "T don't know." After a long silence, Julian's voice rang out in the empty hall, cold as the Siberian wind. "J only know one thing." He turned his head, looking at Seraphina with eyes devoid of warmth, filled only with murderous intent. "If [find out you really lied about what happened back then..." "Seraphina, I will make you regret being born.

I will make your life a living hell where you can neither live nor die." Without another glance at the woman, he stormed out of the castle.