Chapter 203

• After leaving the Duskgrave estate battered and humiliated, Lord and Lady Duskcliff stopped by Mooncrest General Hospital to treat their wounds. But as soon as the gauze was wrapped and the blood wiped clean, they headed straight to the holding facility where their son, Ronan Duskcliff, awaited his fate.
• Inside the reinforced holding sector, the stale air pressed heavily on the lungs. Dim, flickering lights cast long shadows through the iron bars, painting the concrete with broken, uneven lines. The scent of metal, old blood, and desperation lingered like ghosts.
• Lord and Lady Duskcliff sat side by side outside the reinforced cell. The thick bars between them and their son felt like more than steel—they were a chasm carved by years of lies, pride, and the irreversible cost of blind vengeance.