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.

watch, a

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

was a feeling akin to one’s own bile churning within, rising up to choke the throat with a bitterness that could not be expelled.

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

as he stepped out, impeccably dressed in a suit. Cassius recognized him

your journey,” Warner greeted,

Zachary replied curtly, his expression stoic, “Where is Chasel?”

“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 cozying up to our rivals in private!”

a frosty smirk. “We shall see who panders to whom

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.

about the Ashbournes before. Did they slight you when you went to

sweat forming on his brow, “Of course

the house, Warner felt a shiver

it?” Zachary inquired.

a man dressed like a priest or minister, staring this way.

Warner hadn’t recognized Cassius‘ face.

but the

did he

to rest,” Zachary advised before stepping

left to his thoughts.

released from his “cage” and brought into the grand

estate had gathered, a sea of expectant

at the center, Chasel faced his father, leisurely sipping tea on a fine chair, his elder brother standing at attention, and the audience” summoned to

churned in his

within the

in the Bright household. But now, his

Zachary with icy

stood defiant, the hint 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

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