The gaze sent chills down my spine.
I didn’t want to look at him any longer.
I just wanted to leave.
I pressed my hands against the cold floor tiles and slowly stood, trying to keep my composure.
“I really don’t know where Julian is,” I said, looking at Nathaniel. “Instead of asking me, why don’t you just call him?”
“Yes, yes, call him,” Marielle echoed anxiously.
The moment the phone connected, a familiar ringtone sounded from not far away—
the study.
I froze.
Nathaniel and Marielle exchanged a glance and almost simultaneously rushed over.
The study door was flung open, and a strong stench of alcohol poured out into the dim room, like suppressed emotions being released all at once.
I stepped closer along the doorframe, standing around the hallway corner, peering through the hal
