And for her, deep in his heart, he also harbored brotherly affection.
The bond between siblings isn't something that can be severed at will.
After Glades Horne entered from the Courtyard, he went up to the rooftop with pursed lips, not uttering a word. Aside from Julia Bluen, no one dared to follow him, not even a single step.
He stood at the railing, his large hands gripping it tightly. His deep-set eyes emitted a cold light, also revealing his reluctance as he stared intently at the ground below.
Even as night descended, he didn't withdraw his gaze.
Julia Bluen stood behind him, wrapping her arms around his sturdy waist. She was also silent, just pressing her face against his back and listening to his heartbeat.
She understood his feelings at that moment.
Throwing Pheobe Rogers out had coincided with James Horne's return. He hadn't wanted to, couldn't bear to, but he did it nonetheless.
