Hugo Quinn wiped the sweat off his forehead and punched the wall. His mood was unpleasant, both sour and painful. If he didn’t go tonight, Julian Sterling would undoubtedly die quietly there, so much so that it could be called desolate. The doctor spent a full three hours resuscitating him before coming out, leaning weakly against the wall. "Mr. Quinn, Mr. Sterling’s condition is very serious, and it looks like he’s been burning with fever for three days. We can only try our best to bring the fever down, but normally, a person who has had a high fever of forty degrees for three days might have brain damage, so we can’t guarantee anything..." The more the doctor spoke, the more he felt the atmosphere around him was becoming oppressive. He swallowed, trembling all over. "What do you mean by that?" Hugo Quinn was shrouded in a layer of gloom, every word he spoke was laced with ice. The doctor shivered but still bowed respectfully. "There might be some issues with Mr. Sterling’s brain, and whether or not he’ll recover in the future depends on him; we can’t guarantee anything." Hugo took a deep breath, knowing that the doctor had already done his best. He leaned against the wall, inexplicably feeling a sting in his eyes when he saw Julian Sterling being wheeled out, hurriedly wiping his eyes. He didn’t go back the whole night, just wanting to see what would happen to Julian Sterling. The doctor had said that they couldn’t guarantee anything, and the specifics would have to be assessed once he awoke. Halfway through, he called Eleanor Hollis, telling her to sleep first. The sunlight crept up from the floor to the wall as Hugo got up and opened the half-drawn curtains wide, letting the sunlight instantly envelop the entire room. He turned around, seeing Julian Sterling sitting quietly on the bed, seemingly awake. He called softly, his heart tightening in an instant. Julian Sterling looked up, tilting his head slightly, "Hugo, why are you here? Am I hurt badly?" Hugo breathed a sigh of relief; at least he hadn’t become a fool from the fever. "No, you’ll be fine once you wake up. Is there anywhere you feel uncomfortable?" Julian shook his head, his mind buzzing as if flooded with water. "Feels like I’ve slept for a long time, strange." Hugo’s heart trembled, seeing Julian’s expression, his face darkened. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⁂𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⁂𝔫𝔢𝔱 "Do you know why you’re lying here?" He refrained from mentioning Gloria Galloway, afraid of agitating him. "Wasn’t I hit on the head by a vase that fell from a height? Luckily you managed to push me aside, Hugo, you seem a bit different now." Julian was a sensitive person, always feeling that the present Hugo was different from the Hugo before the coma, more gentle now. Hugo’s heart trembled; that incident happened three years ago when Julian had just won his first Best Actor award, the ultimate honor. The four brothers celebrated by staying out late. Then a couple upstairs had been arguing and accidentally threw down a vase. Although he managed to push Julian away, he still passed out after hitting his head on the edge of a flower bed. Julian’s memory stayed three years back: no Gloria Galloway, no Eleanor Hollis, no Samantha Sullivan. Hugo didn’t know whether to cry or laugh. Forgetting was a good thing, but wouldn’t Gloria, resting quietly in the cemetery, be pitiful? She surely wouldn’t want to be forgotten by Julian. After all, she had struggled to find a space in his heart, only to be entirely erased now. "Hugo, can I be discharged? Even though I’ve won Best Actor, there’s still a film I haven’t finished shooting. I can’t let the director think I’m playing diva." Julian’s achievements were honed through numerous works. His acting skills surpassed a lot of young actors, and winning the Best Actor award was well-deserved, but he had already retired from the entertainment industry and held a press conference too. "Julian, I’ve already suspended all your work. You need to rest well now. The doctor said you might have aftereffects; let’s observe first." Julian was stunned. His career had just reached its peak; why suspend everything now? But this person was his brother; brothers wouldn’t harm him. He asked cautiously, blinking with an innocent face. Hugo rubbed his brow, unsure whether to feel relieved or sad about Julian’s memory staying three years back. "Julian, I won’t deceive you. It’s best to take a rest for half a year to recuperate. Don’t worry; it won’t affect your career." Julian nodded, trusting his words, though as he thought of something, his gaze suddenly turned to the window. "Did you find her for me?" Three years ago, Julian was in love with Yvette Jacobs, working tirelessly for her, to stand out, to be seen by that woman. Hugo felt a lump in his throat. They had long seen through Yvette’s true nature, but to this Julian, Yvette was still an unattainable moonlight. "Julian, take care of your health first, and don’t think about anything else." Julian slowly lowered his head, gripping the blanket tightly, his heart aching dully. "How could I not think? When I stood on that podium, I kept thinking about her, wondering if she would see. Now I’m not that poor boy unworthy of her. I can act, earn lots of money. Hugo, everything I’ve done is for her, to wait for her return, to give her support." The more he spoke, the more Hugo felt blocked inside. "I know, I’ll help you find her. The world is so big; who knows where she’s hiding? I’ll do my best, but now you need to let your mind rest." Julian finally nodded and slowly closed his eyes. "Then I’ll trouble you; I’ll rest for a while." Hugo saw Julian already asleep, only feeling a headache, not daring to mention Gloria, utterly afraid to speak her name. He immediately called Evan Yancy and Jude Shaw, briefly explaining Julian’s current situation. Jude looked at the wine glass in his hand, finding it laughable. The man Gloria loved the most had utterly forgotten her after her death. He was both angry and furious, but hearing Hugo say that Julian had been burning with a fever for three days at home, a forty-degree fever, it was already fortunate to be alive. "I’ll be right over." He and Evan quickly rushed to the hospital, indeed seeing Julian lying on the bed. His face was pale, but he seemed in good spirits. "I say, why do all of you have such tight frowns? It makes me wonder if I have some serious illness." Seeing the expressions of the three, Julian’s curved mouth gradually drooped down.