Tessa's pupils contracted sharply. She reached out desperately to snatch it back, but he mercilessly swatted her hand away.
Julian had always been known for his gentle demeanor, but peeling back that veneer revealed a man colder than ice.
Absolute despair flooded Tessa's chest, her tears instantly spilling over.
Julian unzipped the bag just a fraction before he seemed to remember something. He handed it to Willow instead. "You... search it yourself, okay? Willow, I've learned to respect you."
The underlying message was clear—he was still begging for forgiveness.
Willow remained silent for a second, offering no reply. She calmly reached out to take the handbag.
The moment her fingertips brushed the leather, Silas lunged forward, viciously snatching the bag out of her grasp. He clutched it protectively to his chest and glared fiercely at Julian. "Julian! When did you turn into such a monster? You claim you respect Willow, but what about respecting Tessa?! The contents of her bag are her private property! What right do you have to let someone else rummage through it?"
Julian's gaze slowly shifted to Silas's face. His tone was dead flat, devoid of a single ripple of emotion as his thin lips parted, uttering only two words: "Give it."
When had Silas ever seen Julian treat him with such hostility? Instantly, his eyes turned red with fury.
He was the youngest boy in the family. When he was born, he was malnourished and constantly sick.
He had essentially been spoiled rotten by the entire family growing up.
Even as an adult, when he became obsessed with joining the entertainment industry, no one looked down on his career choice. Xavier had even pulled strings to secure resources for him, which ultimately forged his arrogant, lawless personality.
The more he was favored in the past, the more agonizing this sudden coldness felt.



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