Julian stopped in place. His eyes still bore into Amelia’s. With a bitter smile, he threatened, “I’ll let you off, today. But know this, Amelia, you’ll never be off the hook, ever.” Amelia's eyes blinked nervously as Julian left the room, leaving a cold draft behind. Her legs gave way and she quickly dropped to the floor, legs akimbo. Her face was drained, pale. Her eyes were drained as well, of hope. There was nothing but a bottomless pit of despair. What could she do? In the study room. Hendricks Tudor's expression was cold and unforgiving as he looked at his one and only grandson. It was a far cry from the kind and calm demeanor he had with Amelia. “Grandfather.”Julian greeted his grandfather plainly. He went towards the sofa, wanting to sit on it, but was immediately halted by Hendricks. “Stand where you are!” Julian frowned. He stood, albeit discontentedly. Disgruntled, he asked, “What’s the matter?” “You would still ask me?” Hendricks glared hatefully into
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