A Storm Gathers at the Ravenswood Clinic
[Idiot... eager to deliver yourself to Steffan, huh?]
[Fine. If you want to walk straight into his trap, then go ahead. You're the one delivering yourself—not me.]
Only the women fated to hear Julian's hidden thoughts could perceive those silent words. To everyone else, including Zyan, Julian had simply fallen silent.
Naturally, Zyan heard nothing.
Instead, he mistook Julian's calm attitude for arrogance.
His face grew even darker as he shot Julian one last icy glare before letting out a cold snort.
Without another word, he spun around and strode away with the Ashbourne household's entourage following close behind.
The sound of their footsteps gradually faded into the distance.
Julian quietly watched their retreating figures until they disappeared from sight.
His fingers tapped lightly against his arm as countless thoughts crossed his mind.
