Julian's words dropped like a heavy stone thrown onto the surface of a frozen lake, shattering and bone-chilling. The atmosphere at the dining table instantly froze.
Crash!
Richard Sterling slammed his wine glass hard onto the table, the dark red liquid splashing across the pristine white tablecloth like glaring streaks of blood. He gnashed his teeth, his face flushed red with fury, his trembling hand pointing straight at Julian's face.
"Who do you think you are talking to? Do you have any respect left for this family?"
Julian leisurely set his fork down. Without flinching, he raised his eyes, directly confronting the towering rage of his father in name only. His gaze was so incredibly calm that it was terrifying, especially coming from a face that still carried a trace of immature loveliness. Julian curled his lips into a mocking smile.
