Mr. Charles sat in the plush chair of his study, his gaze fixed on Victor, who stood in front of the desk. Victor's face appeared serious, and the intensity in his eyes indicated that what he was about to say was not trivial.

“Tell me, Victor. What’s really going on?” Mr. Charles opened the conversation, getting straight to the point.

Victor sighed, as if weighing his words carefully. “Something's not right with Dominic.”

Mr. Charles leaned forward, his gaze sharpening. “I know; Gwen looked gloomy earlier too. What’s really going on with him?”

“When he came home last night, I saw his condition. He looked exhausted and not himself. That...