Mr. Charles halted his steps, his body freezing for a moment before he slowly turned to face Ethan. There was something in his gaze, a burden that seemed too heavy for a man of such power. His eyes were sharp but filled with a deep-seated regret.

“Ethan,” his voice was low, almost a whisper drowned out by the soft sounds from outside the room. “I have to intervene, and I will always intervene in your affairs... because I don’t want to lose you. You and Dominic are the only ones left from him.”

Ethan furrowed his brow, still confused about his grandfather's direction. Suddenly, Marco chimed in, “Left from whom,...