Chapter 104:
Julie's Point of View
Is he really asking me now whether I liked the flowers? Does he care about my feelings toward his friend's gifts?
I looked away and said with a coldness I struggled to maintain:
"They are fine."
Robert leaned down slightly, running his long fingers over "Axel," who was wriggling under his hand with joy, and asked without looking at me:
"Are you taking good care of Axel?"
I answered him while adjusting my standing posture with difficulty:
"Yes, I'm doing my best."
He straightened up, gave me a quick glance before heading toward the door, saying:
"Alright... come, I have work for you."
I began walking behind him, and with every step, I felt the sting of needles piercing the muscles of my legs.
As for climbing the stairs, it was an unbearable hell; I gripped the wooden banister so hard that my knuckles turned white, dragging my feet.
