After Divorce, I Sold Anti-Ex Cards—He Bought Ten Chapter 14

After Divorce, I Sold Anti-Ex Cards—He Bought Ten Chapter 14

“Julian, I’m your sister!” 

“Which is why I enabled you for so long.” 

He said it flatly. 

“Enabled you until you thought there were no consequences 

for hurting others.” 

Chloe’s tears started pouring. 

“You’re choosing her over me now?” 

Julian didn’t flinch. 

“I’m not doing this for her.” 

“I’m doing this so I can look at myself in the mirror like a decent human being.” 

When he said that, Chloe broke down completely. 

She sank to the floor, sobbing like a child who had her candy 

stolen. 

But no one rushed to comfort her. 

Customers around us whispered and pointed. 

My mom tugged on my sleeve, whispering, “Is this his sister?” 

I nodded. 

My mom’s face flushed with anger. “She used to bully you like this?” 

I suddenly felt like laughing. 

So this was what it felt like to have someone in your corner. 

It wasn’t that it made you aggressive. 

It was that you finally didn’t have to stand in the wind alone. 

Julian signaled for someone to take Chloe away. 

Before leaving, she glared at me. 

I didn’t blink. 

She was the one who looked away first. 

The farce ended, and the shop quieted down. 

Julian stood by the door, not entering. 

My mom glanced at him, her expression complicated. 

She used to really like Julian. 

She thought he was steady, quiet, and reliable. 

After she found out about the divorce, she’d cried in the 

kitchen more than a few times. 

Seeing him now, she didn’t yell, but she wasn’t polite, either. 

She simply said, “Mr. Hollander, don’t let your family find my daughter again.” 

Julian looked down. “I’m sorry, ma’am.” 

My mom waved a hand. “Don’t apologize to me.” 

“You owe it to her.” 

“But she doesn’t necessarily want it.” 

Julian froze. 

My mom turned back into the shop, helping me arrange the dumplings. 

I stood at the door, watching Julian. 

“Hear that?” 

He nodded. 

“I heard.” 

“Then leave.” 

He didn’t move right away. 

He pulled a red envelope from his pocket and set it on the table by the door. 

“A little ‘starting capital‘ for the business.” 

I frowned. “I don’t need your money.” 

“It’s not for you.” 

He looked toward my mom, who was busy inside. 

“It’s for your mom.” 

I was about to refuse, but he added, “It’s just a token. To kick off the new chapter.” 

“Don’t overthink it.” 

I stood there, stunned. 

This didn’t feel like something Julian would do. 

In the past, when he gave me money, it was always a cold, large transfer. 

He’d tell me, emotionless: Buy whatever you need. 

But it was never the money I wanted. 

I wanted a cake on my birthday, a glass of water when I was 

sick, and for him to actually thank my mom for her hard work when she visited. 

He never understood those little things back then. 

Now he did. 

But I didn’t dare accept it anymore. 

I picked up the envelope and shoved it back into his hand. 

“Julian, don’t be nice to my family.” 

He looked at me. 

I said, “I’m afraid they’ll go soft on you.” 

And I’m afraid I’ll go soft, too. 

His fingertips stiffened, and eventually, he took the envelope back. 

“Fine.” 

He turned and left. 

His silhouette quickly vanished into the crowd. 

Daisy leaned over the counter, whispering, “Boss, that last line was brutal.” 

I hung up the menu. “Was it?” 

“Brutal.” 

I lowered my head and gave a small smile. 

“Good.”