However, the only response she received was the same broken moans! 

Quinn frowned. Under normal circumstances, Julius would definitely respond to her knocking and questions. 

Unless he was… in an unusual state at the moment. 

The military had assigned her as his bodyguard because the Whitethorn family was in collaboration with them. Some individuals wanted to disrupt this partnership, so it was important for the military to ensure Julius‘ safety before the collaboration was finalized, to prevent any interference. 

Had someone made a move against Julius? 

A chill ran down Quinn’s spine, putting her entire being on high alert. At the same time, she discreetly reached for the small handgun she always carried with her. 

Given that she was currently carrying out a military mission, she had also applied for permission to carry a firearm. 

Although the handgun only had six bullets, it was still enough to handle some unexpected situations! 

Just as Quinn was about to call out more questions to find out Julius‘ situation in the room, suddenly, a pained bellow echoed from within! 

The sound came from the depths of his throat, similar to a sound a cornered beast would make. 

Startled, Quinn didn’t care that this was the room Julius had once forbidden her to enter. At that moment, she couldn’t afford to worry about such things! 

She twisted the door knob fiercely. 

Originally, she had already readied herself for the door knob being unable to turn, meaning she would have to force the door open. But to her surprise, the door wasn’t even locked and swung right open. 

However, when she pushed open the door, she was utterly stunned by the scene before her eyes. 

In the dimly lit room, whips were hanging on the walls. 

All sorts of whips! 

At that moment, Julius was curled up in a corner. His usually elegant and slender fingers were now twisted in an unnatural way. Even his handsome face was filled with pain. 

More broken moans kept escaping from his lips. 

Quinn was taken aback. Once she confirmed that she and Julius were the only ones in the room, she quickly kept her gun and rushed to Julius‘ side. “What’s wrong?” 

However, he seemed oblivious to her voice. He continued to groan in agony, his fingers twisting and contorting as they clawed at his own body.. 

He looked like he was trying to dig his fingers right into the flesh and bone! 

“Julius!” Quinn called out, gripping his hands tightly to stop him from hurting himself. “What on earth is 

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going on with you?” 

“I’ll be good… I’ll be good, I… I’ll keep Mom here…” His voice spilled from his lips in broken sentences. “It hurts… It hurts so much… It hurts…” 

Quinn paused, recalling the scars she had once seen on his back. Then, she thought of the walls here filled with whips, the words Marley had spoken today, and Julius‘ resentment toward his own father. 

Could it be that Julius had once been… Suddenly, Quinn felt as if her heart was being squeezed, a sensation. that was somewhat painful and uncomfortable. 

It was as if… she was feeling heartache for the man before her! 

“Julius, snap out of it!” she said. 

However, his eyes looked dead and empty, as if he were lost in his pain. His hands even struggled, trying to break free from her grasp. 

His strength was astonishing. She could see that she was losing her grip on his wrist. In a sudden bold move, she used her body weight to pin him underneath her before locking her fingers tightly with his. 

“Snap out of it! No one’s going to hit you now, not while I’m here. I won’t let you get hurt!” She was above him, looking down as she shouted these words. 

Julius felt as though he had plunged into a world of endless agony. It was as if he were being continuously whipped, each strike bringing an unbearable wave of pain. 

However, what truly pained him were those words from his father that felt like curses. 

Was he even unfit to be used as a tool? 

The sole purpose of his life was to keep his mother here. If he couldn’t even do that, would it mean his life had no meaning at all? 

In that case, what was the point in him staying alive? 

Darkness came with the pain, threatening to swallow him completely. 

Who would come to his rescue? 

No one will. No one’s going to come to your rescue. You’re someone even your own parents would abandon… 

“Julius Whitethorn! Julius! Can you hear my voice?” 

A familiar voice, sounding urgent, echoed in his ears. 

Whose voice was that? It was so familiar and gave him a sense of comfort. 

“Julius, listen to me clearly. As long as I’m here, I won’t let anyone hurt you, so… wake up!” The voice was both loud and strong. It banished the darkness before his eyes, slowly allowing him to see again. 

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