Ivy stood frozen at the bedroom entrance. For one long, terrifying moment, her mind refused to process what she was seeing. Five strangers dressed entirely in dark clothing surrounded Donald. The bedroom, which had been peaceful only minutes earlier, had transformed into a scene that felt like something out of a nightmare. Moonlight streamed through the curtains, casting long shadows across the floor. The silence in the room felt suffocating. Her hands immediately began to tremble. Her heart pounded so violently that she could hear it in her ears. "W-Who are you people?" Her voice shook uncontrollably. None of the men answered. Not one of them even turned to acknowledge her question. They remained focused on Donald. Ivy looked from one unfamiliar face to another. Each wore dark gloves. Each stood with quiet confidence. None of them looked frightened. Instead, they appeared completely in control. Her breathing became uneven. "When..." She swallowed hard. "...when di

The piercing sound of the security alarm still echoed throughout the mansion when the first emergency responders arrived. Red and blue lights flashed across the walls of the compound. The front gate had already been opened by the home's automated security system, allowing the ambulance to drive in without delay. Two paramedics jumped out, each carrying emergency medical equipment. Another followed with a stretcher. Ivy rushed downstairs the moment she heard the vehicle stop outside. "Please!" She waved frantically. "Upstairs!" "My husband is upstairs!" The paramedics wasted no time. They hurried into the mansion and followed Ivy to the bedroom. The room still bore signs of the violent struggle. Furniture had been pushed out of place. The blanket had fallen onto the floor. Donald's breathing was faint. One of the paramedics immediately knelt beside him. "Sir, can you hear me?" Donald barely opened his eyes. The medic turned to his colleague. "Pulse is present." "Let

Donald remained standing at the entrance of his mansion, staring at the elderly butler. Behind Alfred, the two luxurious black vehicles gleamed beneath the afternoon sun. Several security personnel stood quietly nearby, maintaining a respectful distance. Everything about the scene radiated wealth, discipline, and influence. Donald still found it difficult to believe. After years of searching for his father... After years of unanswered questions... The answer had suddenly arrived at his doorstep. Alfred smiled politely. "Mr. Donald." "Your father has waited many years for this reunion." "If you are ready, we should leave." Donald nodded slowly. "I'm still trying to process everything." "I understand." Just then... The front door of the mansion swung open. Ivy hurried outside. She had remained inside for only a moment to collect Donald's jacket, but by the time she returned, she was greeted by an unbelievable sight. Two expensive luxury vehicles stood in the driveway.

As Donald opened the box, Richard's words echoed in his mind. "It contains a certain power... one you will discover yourself." At the time, Donald had assumed his father was speaking symbolically. Perhaps the heirloom represented wisdom. Perhaps it was simply a treasured family tradition. Now, standing alone inside his bedroom, curiosity finally got the better of him. The room was quiet. Ivy had gone downstairs to prepare dinner, giving Donald time to gather his thoughts. He gently placed the carved wooden box on his desk. For a long moment, he simply stared at it. The carvings decorating the lid seemed strangely intricate. There were symbols he had never seen before. They resembled ancient writing, yet somehow different from any language he recognized. Donald slowly reached forward. Click. The lid opened. Inside rested the same three objects. The smooth shining stone. The elegant golden necklace. And... The brilliant diamond. Even beneath the ordinary bedroom ligh

It was a quiet Saturday night. A cool breeze drifted through the trees surrounding Donald's mansion, causing the leaves to rustle softly in the darkness. The neighborhood was unusually peaceful, with only the occasional chirping of crickets breaking the silence. Inside the mansion, everything appeared calm. The lights in most of the rooms had already been switched off, and the household staff had long since retired for the night. The entire residence was wrapped in silence. Inside the master bedroom, Donald and Ivy had gone to bed earlier than usual after an unusually demanding week. The past several days had been exhausting. Donald had spent countless hours dealing with company matters before visiting the hospital and attending to other responsibilities, while Ivy had also been emotionally drained. Neither of them had stayed awake very long after lying down. The bedside lamp had been turned off hours earlier. Only the pale glow of the moon filtered through the curtains, casti