Julian: You always assume the worst in everyone before looking at the facts.
General Vance: The facts are lying right here in this white bed, Julian!
Julian: Accidents happen during corporate disputes, you know how stressful the merger has been.
General Vance: An assault of this magnitude is not a corporate dispute!
Clara: Julian, stop talking right now. You are only making your grandfather more furious.
Julian: Someone has to inject a little reality into this hysterical room.
A young man with styled brown hair wearing a dark navy button-up shirt suddenly stepped into the bedroom doorway, staring forward with a tense, ice-cold expression[cite: 1].
Julian: If you keep accusing me, I'm walking out of this estate right now.
General Vance: You take one step out of line, boy, and you'll answer to federal investigators.
Julian: Federal investigators? For a domestic disagreement?
General Vance: For financial fraud and physical abuse combined into one neat package.
Clara: Please, Julian, just answer your grandfather's questions honestly for once.
Julian: I have nothing to hide from anyone in this house.
General Vance: Then why are your hands shaking as you lean against that doorframe?
The younger man swallowed hard, his eyes darting away from the decorated officer's piercing gaze as guilt bled through his arrogant facade.