Scars Of A Broken Bond

Meanwhile, Shane ventured out in search of Horace, while a servant swiftly entered, bearing a tray laden with tea.

Gesturing wordlessly, Tyrone signaled the servant to place the tray on the table. He scanned the study’s layout briefly, then withdrew his scrutiny.

Shane rapped lightly on Horace’s bedroom door, securing permission before gently pushing it open.

“Sir, Tyrone’s arrived.”

Angela’s Library

Horace, now garbed in a pristine suit, meticulously adjusting his collar, asked, “Did he say something?”

A furrow appeared on Shane’s brow as he replied, “I asked him, but all he mentioned was an impending discussion with you. He didn’t mention the subject at hand.”

and tribulations, had mastered the art of maintaining composure through any

look Tyrone had just cast in his direction sent

of Horace’s lineage,

with your work. I’ll come

“Understood.”

drew a deep breath, willing himself to an even

In deference, Tyrone stood and extended his hand in a

Mr. Blakely, do take

glance to check whether Tyrone

countenance, Horace surmised the latent power within him, who had unexpectedly assumed control of the Blakely

genial smile, Horace positioned himself