And the woman whom he had assumed was the most ordinary person in the Sterling family was now leisurely brewing tea. Her movements were smooth and practiced, every action exuding an air of elegance, not at all resembling someone whose house was currently surrounded by the police. A moment later, she pushed a teacup towards Julian.
"You are like me when I was young. Always thinking that you can control everything, including your own emotions."
Julian picked up the teacup but did not drink from it. He watched the thin wisps of steam rising and gave a faint, cynical smile: "If you called me in here just to have a heart-to-heart talk between mother and son, I think it is far too late for that."
Catherine paid no mind to his sarcasm. She asked, her voice still as flat and tranquil as the surface of a calm lake: "Who gave you the A-01 card?"
Julian paused, setting the teacup back down on the table: "You know of its existence?"
