As the doctor bustled into the room and began tending to the old man, Xavier descended the stairs with his crisp black shirt neatly folded over his arm. He strode over to his brother, standing tall and imposing in front of him. His voice was low and threatening as he spoke, and his eyes were blazing with anger. "You better hope this isn't serious. If anything happens to our father because of you, I promise you won't want to face the consequences." The tension in the air was thick and palpable, each word a sharp edge in the heated exchange between the two brothers.

With a firm shove, Xavier propelled...