Julian Sterling has a significant influence in the entertainment industry, and his sudden announcement to retire from the industry and permanently step away from the spotlight is explosive news. As soon as the news broke, reporters from all sides sprang into action and managed to secure press conference tickets. The press conference took place the following day, and Julian made the decision decisively. Standing on stage, facing the cameras and flashes below, he concealed the fatigue in his eyes. "I’m sorry, the news I have to announce is quite simple: I plan to leave the entertainment industry. I will compensate all the breach of contract fees for the films I’m currently shooting. During this time, I’ve lost the person I loved the most. You can’t imagine; her last words before she passed were, ’Julian, I must be dreaming.’ I wasn’t kind to her, often spoke coldly. So she always thought I didn’t like her. Even I thought that too. But not long ago, she died of leukemia, and I’m devastated, feeling as if life suddenly lost its meaning. In her eyes, I wasn’t a good husband." As he said this, Julian’s eyes reddened, and he choked up. The audience remained silent; it was a heavy topic. Everyone respected Julian as a person, and his acting skills were undeniable. Many reporters in the audience were even his fans. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝕟𝕖𝕥 "I now live in constant regret, regretting why I used such childish antics to make her jealous, to make her notice me. Only after losing her did I know how ridiculous I used to be. I’m sorry, I’ve failed my wife, and I’ve also failed my fans. Thank you for your support all these years." He bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle and stayed down for a full ten seconds. The audience still remained silent. Even reporters who were usually skilled at digging up explosive news couldn’t utter a word at this moment, only silently capturing images of this man who seemed to be enveloped in a shell of sorrow. The press conference was broadcast live, and many people watched it online, moved to tears by Julian’s words. Many fans rushed to his Weibo to leave messages, hoping he could stay strong. A generation’s movie emperor, thoroughly withdrawing from this circle. Julian tiredly left through the passage and found Eleanor Hollis already waiting outside. "Gloria Galloway loved your dramas and movies. If she knew, she certainly wouldn’t be happy." Julian paused in his steps, his lips twitching slightly. "If she could come back, I would act for a lifetime for her, but unfortunately, she can’t return. Eleanor, I can no longer immerse myself in those roles. Now, I’m just an ordinary man who lost his beloved." Eleanor opened her mouth, watching his back, but ultimately said nothing, And so the press conference ended simply, leaving only a brief fifteen minutes as Julian’s last presence in this circle. After Eleanor returned home, she watched the video. Julian must be the most sorrowful now, carrying guilt and self-reproach, living on. Eleanor shut down the computer and slowly closed her eyes. This feeling is truly uncomfortable, how wonderful life would be without partings and deaths. "Mommy, what are you doing?" Marcus pushed open the door, asking with a cheerful smile. He didn’t know what had happened, and the adults hadn’t mentioned anything in front of him, but he could feel something. For the past two days, his mommy hadn’t been happy, and even daddy was in a low mood. Eleanor’s lips curved up as she noticed he was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hands. "I picked these from the garden, for you. I heard girls like flowers." Eleanor’s heart softened a bit. She took the flowers and sniffed them gently. Marcus scratched his head and left a kiss on her cheek. "This is for you, mommy. I hope you feel a bit happier and stop frowning." Eleanor paused. It was the first time Marcus had kissed her so proactively. It was an odd feeling, like a connection from deep within her soul. Her eyes glistened as she lowered her gaze to closely observe this child, Marcus. She realized that she had never noticed before how much Marcus resembled her, especially those eyes. She held Marcus’s hand and walked out; if she didn’t clarify that he wasn’t her biological child, everyone would think they were mother and son. "Marcus, do you want to know who your mommy is?" Asking such a question to a child might seem a bit much, but at this moment, she genuinely wanted to ask. Marcus looked down. He had always believed that Grace Lynch was the woman who gave birth to him, but later on, the adults told him she wasn’t his biological mother. So who was his real mother? He really didn’t know. "Mommy, as long as it’s not Grace, I’m very happy. Even if you say I came out of a rock, it’s okay. Now that I have you, you’re my mommy." Eleanor’s heart softened. This child always knew how to say the most heartwarming things. She placed the flowers in a vase and watered them. Sometimes, she even had an illusion that Marcus might indeed be her child. But such an illusion was laughable. In her previous marriage with Hugo Quinn, they had never been close, so how could she have a son? "Mommy, if you keep watering, you’ll flood the room." Marcus’s crisp voice rang out. Eleanor looked down to find the floor already flooded with water; she had been so engrossed in her thoughts she hadn’t noticed. Feeling embarrassed, she stopped and went to fetch a mop to soak up the water. Marcus stayed by her side, and when she finished, he finally grabbed her hand. "Let’s go out, take a stroll in the garden. You haven’t been there these past few days. You’ll feel better once you’re there." Eleanor smiled, took his hand, and headed to the garden. She loved this greenhouse garden. The first time she saw it, she marveled at how the wealthy could turn life into something so extravagant. "Mommy, have you ever thought that maybe I’m your child?" Marcus said suddenly and softly, holding her hand tightly. Eleanor froze, finding this child ever so heartwarming. "I once had a dream. I saw you in my dream, so the first time I saw you, even though you were disheveled and a mess, I recognized your figure at once. I felt like I’m your child. That feeling was so strong. Hasn’t mommy felt that way?" His voice carried a hint of disappointment as he grasped her hand even tighter. Eleanor smiled, squatting down to look at him eye-to-eye. "I don’t dare think that. How could I have the good fortune to have such a sweet and sensible son like you?" Her words instantly made Marcus laugh, and the little bit of bitterness in his heart gradually dissipated.