Dismissing the commotion he had just caused, Julian casually backed away and lounged across a luxurious gold velvet sofa, pulling out his smartphone to browse social media with complete indifference. The woman in the navy lace dress stood over him, trembling with rage as she shouted at the top of her lungs, "Get your hands off my child! This is a private family matter!" But Julian merely looked up from his phone with a cold, mocking smile, entirely unfazed by her outburst. "You should have called, Evelyn," he sneered in a condescending tone, using his family's vast wealth to justify his abusive behavior within the estate.
Standing just inches away, Evelyn glared down at the arrogant young man with intense, unbridled fury. Her eyes narrowed into sharp slits and her jaw clenched as the suspenseful, high-pitched swell of a violin built up the dramatic tension in the room. In the foreground, the weeping child, Hannah, continued to clutch her bruised cheek on the floor. Evelyn realized in that moment that appealing to Julian's humanity was useless; the spoiled heir believed his social status rendered him completely untouchable within the walls of his mansion.