That incident left me with a bad impression of Howard, which is why, in my previous life, I genuinely urged Julia not to throw away her future and to take responsibility for her life.
Julia listened to me back then. She ended the pregnancy and broke up with Howard. Afterward, she snapped out of her fantasy, focused on her studies, passed the lawyer exam, and landed the job she’d always wanted.
What I didn’t expect was that five years later, Julia would send a group of thugs to trap me in an alley and stab me until I was barely alive.
She blamed me for everything. If I hadn’t convinced her to get rid of the baby and break up with Howard, she would’ve married into wealth by now, instead of being stuck in a regular job.
That’s when I learned that the man at the center of the viral story about the richest man in the country finding his long-lost son was none other than Howard.
As I thought about all of this, my heart grew cold, but I kept my face neutral and smiled at Julia.
“It’s your life, Julia. You make the decisions. I wish you both all the happiness in the world.”