I lifted my head and stared at Julian.
“You said our parents cared about me, didn’t you? This is what you call caring?”
My voice was practically a cold laugh. “Giving me something I’m allergic to and claiming it’s my favorite? If this is ‘care,’ do you want it yourself?”
Julian’s expression darkened instantly—ashen and grim.
He wanted to get angry.
But everything I said was true.
That fury stuck in his chest, unable to go up or down.
Nathaniel was even more dramatic—so furious his whole body trembled. The muscles on his face twisted as if tugged by strings.
The dinner knife in his hand slammed hard onto the table—c***k!
The dishes rattled.
“Aria, how dare you!”
His eyes bulged. “Your mother and I gave birth to you, and now you treat us like enemies?”
I looked at his rage-distor
