A Card, A Choice, A Turning Point
"It's nothing, just a small misunderstanding that can be cleared up."
Julian D'Aurelius said it lightly, almost lazily, as if the tension from earlier had never existed. His tone carried that same effortless calm—neither offended nor particularly concerned.
Inside, though—
( Hmm, her attitude is quite nice. )
His golden eyes flicked briefly toward Yana as she straightened from her slight bow.
( I was just planning to expose Lucas for you. )
He leaned back deeper into his seat, fingers idly flipping the page of the magazine he wasn't really reading.
( But with this attitude… )
A faint smile tugged at his lips, subtle, almost imperceptible.
( I'll help cure your father's illness later. )
Yana's heartbeat skipped.
She kept her posture steady, but her ears were already tuned in, catching every word that didn't pass his lips.
Julian continued casually—
( The Miracle Medicine Record has a few remedies for paralysis. )
