Scars Of A Broken Bond

Chapter: 976

In the blink of an eye, the reason behind his father’s summons became crystal clear to Blayze.

An hour later, Blayze found himself boarding a plane bound for Violetholt.

Two hours passed and the aircraft touched down at Violetholt’s airport, where a waiting driver stood ready. Stepping off the plane, Blayze started his journey to his residence.

The Fowler family mansion, while not ancient, was a quaint townhouse nestled at the heart of Violetholt. The property market here was anything but forgiving.

The vehicle eased into the courtyard, and Blayze alighted, striding purposefully into the living area.

blocks on the carpet. His demeanor shifted to one of apprehension as he spotted

already fifty, rendering him considerably younger than Blayze. Their interaction

he removed his overcoat, hanging it meticulously on the rack before slipping into

“Where’s dad?”

said, pointing toward the upper

to the second story, arriving at the study’s

voice resonated from within, “Come

be of service?” Blayze entered, addressing

his sixties, had weathered the trials of time. Although his health had faltered before the onset of the new year, leaving him less vigorous than his prime, his countenance remained serious. A faint crease marred

eyes and brow from Marco, leaving no doubt that Marco had been

you’ve been in Mathias lately,” Marco inquired, his