Ethan's p.o.v

I stood among the mourners, my eyes fixed on the polished wooden casket bearing my father's name. The somber atmosphere hung heavy over the estate's grounds, where friends, family, and business associates had gathered to pay their respects to Edmond Slade, my father, the man who had built an empire and taught me the intricacies of business.

As I gazed at the casket, my mind struggled to comprehend the finality of his death. The doctor had called one night following his deteriorating health at the hospital. This was after he had been placed on house rest for many weeks because of course his condition was better or so...