"Downstairs, please hurry young master," James informed before rushing out of the room, and Christian didn't even waste a minute before running out just after James.A thunderous noise filled through the grand staircase as Christian stormed down, shirt half-buttoned, shoes forgotten.The heavy silence of the manor was broken by the sharp, panicked voices of staff and the distant wail of approaching sirens."Where is grandpa?" Christian demanded a maid as he reached the marble foyer."Master is collapsed in the study, young master," the maid replied with a panicked expression, standing at the base of the stairs.Christian didn’t pause even for breath. He rushed through the hallway, heart racing in sync with the arriving ambulance outside the manor gates. A servant hurried to open the double doors as two paramedics rushed in, medical bags slung across their shoulders, gurney wheels rattling across the polished floors.They found Lord Sargent slumped unconscious on the leather chair, h

"Looks like he is more frightened than usual," Ezra thought to himself looking at Christian with Rosaline, "Maybe he is after to loose another family member, after all he is still young to carry everything alone..." He stood quietly in the farthest corner of the hallway, folding his arms and his presence barely more than a whisper in the world of the living. His translucent form flickered slightly in the dim light, almost like a shadow at the edge of memory. He watched Christian with soft eyes, as he was used to the version of Christian who laughed, teased, and rolled his eyes with mock arrogance. Not this quiet boy, this still and heavy figure with haunted eyes.When Rosaline sat beside Christian, Ezra was still watching them silently, in fact he respected her presence. She brought a different kind of comfort, something more grounding, more immediate."Are you worried?" Rosaline asked him gently.Christian gave a slight nod, his expression was the same as before full of sadness.

"Is it really possible?" Christian questioned himself as he stepped out of the ICU room, the hallway lights felt too bright, too normal for a moment that had just shifted the axis of his world. He rubbed his face, still processing everything, just Edward, Charles and Betty walked toward him. "Chris," Betty said softly, placing a hand on his arm. "Is he okay? What did he say to you? Why did he call you?" Christian gave a small nod. "Grandpa is fine... he’s tired but talking, I think within a few days he'll be completely back to normal, that's what I hope for sd well.... And to speak about what he had told me, it's just that he wanted me to take over the company in his place." There was a moment of silence. Edward blinked in surprise. "The company? He asked you to...?" Christian nodded, this time more firmly than before. "He said he trusts me, and that he doesn’t have time to wait anymore, I know I’ve never shown any interest, but... I told him I’ll try since that's the only thin

"Is this really written by you, mom?" Christian took a deep breath still in disbelief that the woman who left the house for the man she loved, but today he found a letter within her room with his name on it, which means it's a letter written before even she was pregnant.That's the only part which makes it hard for him to believe that it's a letter written by his mother for real.The room had grown darker, shadows stretching long across the floor, but Christian hadn’t moved yet.He sat in the worn chair at his mother’s old desk, the envelope still resting in his lap like it held the weight of the past and future all at once.With a breath that felt too heavy for his chest, he broke the seal.The paper inside had yellowed slightly with time, its edges soft. Her handwriting was graceful, familiar, though he couldn’t remember ever seeing it like this before.He began to read."To my dearest little star, if this ever reaches you...Then something must’ve happened to bring you here to me,

"Excuse me?" Edward’s voice sounded like a harsh whip through the tension filled air. The woman at the far end leaned back lazily, crossing her arms. "I said, what makes you think we will accept a boy dragged in out of nowhere to sit at this table like he earned it?" Christian said nothing, not yet, his silence was heavier than words. He stood at Edward’s side, his expression hard to read while his eyes scanned each and everyone's face. "It's better if you watch your tone, Mrs. Marlene," Edward warned, with a low and sharp voice, "When you're addressing someone, it's better if you understand the position of that person, he is not just anyone, he is Christian Sargent, Marie’s biological son and Lord Sargent’s only grandson. His place at this table was decided long before any of you even got your first bonus check, I hope you remember your place before you point your finger at my nephew." Marlene shifted uncomfortably in her seat after Edward's warning, but things are not going to