The door swung open with a dull clang, revealing a small room without windows. A single bare bulb hung from the ceiling, casting a pale glow across the walls. Inside the dimly lit, windowless room, an emaciated woman in a faded white linen dress sat on the edge of a simple cot, her silver-streaked h

Ethan gently closed his mother’s eyes with his fingertips. The small white room became totally quiet, with only the distant sound of running feet in the hallway outside.He reached down and lifted her light, frail body into his arms. She felt like a small child against his chest, having suffered for

The morning morning, Gavin Sanders paced back and forth across the white marble floor of his penthouse.He held his sore ribs with trembling fingers, still feeling the pain from when Ethan had slammed him into the brick fireplace. His expensive bathrobe dragged on the floor behind his steps.His fac

On a quiet, grassy hillside overlooking the valley outside the capital, Ethan held a private burial for his mother. There were no crowds of curious strangers, no news cameras flashing, and no pretentious displays of false family pride.Only three people stood beside Ethan near the freshly dug earth,

At the capital’s central probate office, Gavin Sanders walked down the private back corridor with fast, eager steps. He held a thick black leather folder tightly under his arm, his fingers digging into the corners.Beside him walked Director Harrison Ward, his right arm bound in fresh white bandages