Chapitre 229
Julie's POV
He was demanding that I leave the club if I truly loved him. He sat in his wheelchair directly in my line of sight, as if trying to corner me with his physical frailty and the weight of his influence.
"You want me to leave the club?" I asked, my voice dry and calm.
"Yes," he replied with unyielding severity.
I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to stifle the trembling in my body. "So, you're trying to convince me that if I truly loved Robert, I'd abandon him?"
"Exactly," he answered with a lethal coldness.
I looked him straight in the eye. I felt a surging urge to scream, but instead, I simply asked, "Mr. Thomas, are you even aware of what you're asking of me?"
He pointed a finger at me, his eyes filled with malice. "You are the reason he's in this state!"
I took a step toward him, ignoring the aura of authority he wrapped around himself. "And you want to exploit my guilt to make me leave your son. You are very much mistaken, Mr. Thomas."
