Daniel sat at the edge of the long dining table, hands clasped tightly in front of him, his jaw clenched as he waited for Michael to arrive. The house was eerily quiet, the tension palpable. He knew this conversation would be uncomfortable, but it was inevitable. After the fallout, Daniel had been avoiding family gatherings and trying to keep his head low. But his father’s anger was simmering beneath the surface, and there was no escaping it now.

The door opened with a creak, and Michael entered the room, his expression set in a grim line. His sharp eyes immediately locked onto Daniel, his presence commanding. Michael was a man...