A Life Is Worth Less Than Her Smile
"She's stubborn to a fault, isn't she? Well, I'm curious to see just how much she values her stubbornness."
I clenched my fists, digging my nails into my palms.
The cafe manager hurried over to us when he heard the commotion. He immediately nodded and greeted Julian when he spotted him.
"What are you doing here, Mr. Luther? Please have a seat!"
Julian didn't even spare him a single glance. Instead, his eyes were trained on a small, porcelain cat figure that was placed on the shelf behind me.
I had personally made the cat figure during my spare time. It looked identical to the one that I had given Jillian Luther, Julian's younger sister, years ago.