JULIAN's P O V

‘‘I didn't touch her…’’ I quickly raised both of my hands, staring straight at Arnold’s angry eyes.

‘‘Fucking bastard!’’ Arnold lifted me up, throttling my neck even though we were almost at the same height, swinging his fist to knock me out---

‘‘Wait!’’ Cynthia yelled just in time to prevent Arnold from landing a punch to my face.

Again, the two of us fixed our gaze on Cynthia. She was now gasping for air and staring at the terrifying scene in front of her. ‘‘He's not to blame for this...’’

I could sense Arnold's muscles stiffen. ‘‘What exactly do you mean by that…?’’ It seemed as...