Seeing Julian standing there like some poor little bullied thing just made Bernard's blood boil.
That brat had actually played him!
Just thinking about how he got tricked made Bernard's chest heave with rage.
Julian, catching the furious glare his father threw him, snuck back a smug look when Evelyn wasn't watching.
Bernard nearly exploded all over again.
He didn't bother holding back anymore—face dark as thunder, he marched straight up to Julian with both hands raised, clearly about to take a swing.
Before he could get close though, Evelyn's face turned stone cold. She grabbed his wrist firmly.
"You wanna try hitting him?" she warned, voice like ice.
Bernard tried shaking her off, lunging for Julian again, but Evelyn had had enough.
Without blinking, she twist
