The morning light gently filtered through the windows, illuminating room after room in Mr. Charles's residence. The cool breeze carried the fresh scent of the garden outside, while the sound of birds chirping filled the air with a deceptive sense of peace.

Despite the calm atmosphere, something weighed heavily on Ethan’s heart as he stood on his bedroom balcony, staring out without truly seeing. His thoughts kept drifting back to the events of last night—the confusion, the anger, and the betrayal he felt from his grandfather's actions.

Downstairs, Gwen had arrived at the estate. The night before, Mr. Charles hadn’t allowed her to join them, forcing her to wait at...