Chapter 646

In the quaint town of Elmsworth, autumn had painted the leaves with fiery hues and the crisp wind had begun to whisper of the coming winter.

Cassius had been absent from his home for three days straight, cloistered within the sanctity of the local church, praying and confessing before the Lord.

What sins weighed so heavily on his soul?

Was it his past, darkened by the time when he had been the voice of a notorious underground syndicate?

Or was he confessing a heart that had dared to love where it should not, his affections falling upon someone forbidden?

On the fourth day, Cassius found himself drawn as if by a spectral force, wandering as though in a trance to the decaying Bright family manor.

He knew that young Chasel had no other refuge, no other home, but this decaying symbol of a once great dynasty.

His concern had overwhelmed his resolve to stay away, and so he had come.

with his past, he could only stand watch, a silent guardian to the legacy of the Brights.

had once braved the tempest outside the gates of Silverlake Harbor, all for a mere

one’s own bile churning within, rising up to choke the throat with

was in this moment of somber reflection that a procession of luxury cars glided up to the manor, stopping with a sense of entitlement that only the

man as he stepped out, impeccably dressed in a suit. Cassius recognized him immediately as the current head of Bright Biopharmacy,

Welcome home. You must be weary from your journey,” Warner greeted, bowing

replied curtly, his expression stoic, “Where

the chance to belittle his brother, “Dad, Chasel has truly crossed the line this time. Not only did he disregard our family’s code, but he’s been fraternizing with the Ashbournes. If word got out, our family’s reputation would be a laughingstock. People would say we’re all talk–acting righteous in public while

“We shall see who

a turn for the worse, barely clinging to life. That’s why Aunt Suri was so desperate to seek our family’s aid. I doubt Emeric has much time left. Once he’s

about the Ashbournes before. Did they slight you

brow, “Of course not! They wouldn’t dare touch

felt a shiver down

is it?”

there’s a man dressed like a priest or minister, staring this way. It’s

the darkness, Warner hadn’t recognized Cassius‘ face.

back, but the street

muttered, “Huh? Where did he go? He was

hard. Make sure to rest,”

left to his thoughts.

from his “cage” and brought into the

Bright estate had gathered, a sea

faced his father, leisurely sipping tea on a fine chair, his elder brother standing at

discomfort churned in his stomach.

walls lay the modern world, yet within the confines of this grand estate, archaic

pitied his aunt for abandoning her luxurious life in the Bright household. But now, his heart yearned to follow in

commanded Zachary with icy

of a smile at his lips, “Father, it’s been years since the fall of empires. Even presidents aren’t greeted with kneeling anymore. Perhaps it’s time our family shed these outdated

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