You Had Me, You Lost Me, You'll Never Find Me novel Chapter 130

Without Ashton's suffocating threats hanging over her head, Sylvia felt a profound sense of relief, entirely unbothered by the toxic online drama.

To make things even better, the caretaker Julian had promised finally arrived at her apartment.

Her name was Nanny Mabel. She was a sharply dressed, highly capable older woman with a remarkably warm and gentle face that instantly put people at ease.

Julian stood in the living room, specifically instructing her to take the best possible care of Sylvia. Mabel warmly grasped Sylvia's hands and smiled. "This girl has such a luminous, radiant complexion. Absolutely lovely."

Overwhelmed by the intense praise, Sylvia didn't know how to react and simply maintained a polite, grateful smile.

Seeing the two of them get along so effortlessly, Julian finally relaxed. "I'll get going, then?"

Despite saying the words, he didn't move an inch toward the door.

"I'm really leaving now?"

He looked at her with an incredibly obvious, expectant glint in his eyes. Catching on, Sylvia stepped forward, rose onto her tiptoes, and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

Julian's eyes crinkled with deep satisfaction, and he practically floated out the door.

The second the door clicked shut, Mabel's warm demeanor shifted. She slowly paced around the apartment, scrutinizing every corner before turning a highly calculating gaze onto Sylvia.

"The boy really does treat you exceptionally well. This apartment was originally supposed to be knocked through to his unit next door to create a massive bridal suite. But then he abruptly canceled the renovation. Madam was incredibly confused as to why, but now I see it was entirely because of you."

Her tone carried a heavy, scrutinizing edge.

Sylvia froze. She had absolutely no idea. Back when Julian had arranged the apartment, he had brushed it off as a simple convenience, never once mentioning the structural plans.

Mabel took a seat on the sofa, her posture rigid. "Even though you are currently pregnant, we still don't have concrete proof that the child belongs to Julian. The Sterling family operates on incredibly strict traditions; we will absolutely not allow a child of unknown origins to enter the family line. Tell me the absolute truth, girl. Is this child actually his?"

It hit Sylvia like a freight train. This sweet old woman hadn't been sent to take care of her; she had been deployed by the Sterling family to investigate her.

"You can ask Julian yourself."

The scandal exploded across the internet at an unnatural speed. While a patient dying was a serious matter, for a standard medical dispute to instantly become the number one national headline was deeply suspicious.

Crucially, the man had died after he had already been discharged, yet the entire internet was aggressively pushing the narrative that the hospital was fully responsible for the murder.

It was painfully obvious that a powerful entity was funding a smear campaign behind the scenes, determined to permanently destroy the hospital's reputation.

The news report also casually mentioned that in a fit of wild hysteria, the widow had physically assaulted a hospital executive. The article didn't print the full name, only referring to the victim as 'Mr. Sterling.'

When Sylvia read the surname, her heart slammed against her ribs. Her hands shook violently as she dialed Julian's number.

He answered almost immediately, his voice completely calm and steady. "What's wrong?"

Sylvia fought to keep the panic out of her voice. "Are you dealing with an emergency right now? Can I come see you?"

Julian paused for a fraction of a second before answering. "No need. It's a bit chaotic over here. If you wrap up your shoot early, just have Ellie drive you straight home. I'm going to be tied up for quite a while."