The metallic clang of the prison gate echoed through the visitation area as Lewis was escorted into the room. The orange prison uniform hung loosely on his frame, a sharp contrast to the expensive tailored suits he had once worn with pride. Dark shadows rested beneath his eyes, and for the first time in years, there was no arrogance in his posture. Only exhaustion.A man in a charcoal suit sat waiting on the opposite side of the table. The moment Lewis entered, the attorney rose to his feet. "Mr. Carter." Lewis took his seat without acknowledging him. The lawyer cleared his throat. "My name is Richard Hayes. Your father sent me." That earned a brief glance. "He wants me to represent you." Lewis looked away again. "The evidence against you isn't impossible to challenge," Richard continued. "Your father has assembled a legal team. We can begin working on your release immediately." A hollow laugh escaped Lewis. "Release?" he muttered. "You people still think prison is my bigges

The metallic door groaned as it opened. Mario stepped into the visitation room, escorted by an officer. The fluorescent lights above cast a dull glow over the gray walls, making the entire place feel lifeless and suffocating. A thick pane of reinforced glass separated some visitors from inmates in other booths, but Mario had arranged for a private attorney room instead. The officer unlocked the inner door and gestured him inside. A few moments later, Lewis was brought in. The moment the officer left and the door shut behind him, Lewis dropped into the chair opposite Mario and leaned back with a scoff. "Look who finally decided to show up." Mario remained composed as he took his seat. "I didn't abandon you, Lewis." Lewis laughed bitterly and shook his head. "Oh, but you did. You forgot about me the moment those prison gates closed behind me. Then again, you're not the one being interrogated every day." "That's enough," Mario said sharply. "No, it isn't." Lewis leaned for

Birds chirped around the blooming flowers and plants. Men and women in service uniforms were scattered around the gardens, some with watering cans, while others carefully trimmed the leaves and shaped the hedges into beautiful structures. Armed guards were stationed around every corner of the manor, keeping watch for anything suspicious that might require intervention. Inside the old-money mansion, the Walterson men were gathered together for breakfast. Dressed in expensive black suits, cufflinks, and watches worth far more than an ordinary person's annual salary, they sat around the dining table in peaceful silence. That peace was interrupted by the arrival of a man. "Good morning, Mercer. What must have cost you to bless me with your presence this early?" Grandfather spoke without lifting his gaze from the magazine in his hands. Everyone turned their attention toward the well-dressed man standing at the entrance. He wore an expensive black suit, but the distress on his face was