The heavy wooden door pushed open with violent force, instantly shattering the warm, quiet atmosphere in the VIP suite. For a brief, frozen second, the three figures standing at the doorway stood completely paralyzed in absolute shock. Mrs. Clara, Ariel, and Romanus had expected to walk into a dim room filled with the heavy scent of antiseptic, medical monitors, and a severely injured Julian lying broken in a hospital bed. Instead, they were met with a surprisingly lively scene, Julian leaning close over Valeria, his hand resting on her waist, and a soft, genuine smile lingering on his face before he snapped his head toward the entrance. Mrs. Clara’s breath caught in her throat. Seeing her son standing upright, looking whole, healthy, and entirely unbothered, sent a violent surge of overwhelming relief crashing through her. "Julian!" Mrs. Clara gasped out, her tear-stained face crumpling as she abandoned all sense of composure. She rushed into the room, her designer high heels
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