Chapter 80

• The estate was silent when Ryan walked in, but it didn’t feel like home anymore. The lights were too bright, the air too stale. Every time his shoes hit the marble, the sound echoed like he was in a museum where everything had already died.
• His legal team was waiting in the study. Three men in suits, one woman with her hair tied back so tight it looked painful. Stacks of files, open laptops, and too many phones buzzing.
• Ryan loosened his tie, dropped it on the desk, and snapped, “Tell me something that doesn’t sound like the end of my family.”