The Marquis was shaking now, his eyes darting toward Maxwell, who still stood with his arm in a sling. He was panicked, feeling everything was about to fall into ruin because Julian would definitely speak against him.
Seeing his father losing ground, Maxwell stepped forward, his voice trembling.
"You speak so well for a patient who is apparently recovering."
Julian looked at him, his eyes falling on the cast he was wearing. That must be his eldest brother, whom he hardly ever saw while he was still in the Marquis's manor.
"But all you have said does not cover up the fact that you allowed the Duke to humiliate father until the point where father actually believed something had happened to you. This is all happening because of that so-called 'wish' of yours. How will you take responsibility for this mess?
He looks mature, but he still thinks like a child. Julian thought.
