Jefferson stood up from his seat, the movement abrupt and decisive, as if he had been waiting for an excuse to leave and the vibrating phone had given him exactly that.His mother's voice cut through the air immediately, sharp and insistent."So where the hell are you going?" Veronica said, her tone laced with frustration and disbelief. "Do you not think this conversation is even more important than whatever you have planned to do? Do you not think we need to finish this discussion before you just walk out of here?"Jefferson paused for a moment, his hand still holding his phone, and he turned to look at his mother.His expression was calm, almost dismissive, the look of someone who has already made up their mind and is not interested in being challenged."Well," he said, his tone measured but carrying an edge of finality, "this is something important. I am sure that father has his reasons for not trying to push further than what happened. He has his reasons, and I am certainly not go

William's sister sat frozen in her chair for a moment, her mind struggling to process what was happening, to make sense of the sudden shift from a quiet afternoon of reading to something that felt dangerous and wrong.The locked door.The drawn blinds.The worker who had simply walked out without saying another word.And Jefferson standing there, smiling, watching her with an expression that made her stomach twist with fear."What the hell is going on?" she said, her voice rising slightly, carrying an edge of defiance even as uncertainty crept into her tone. "What are you trying to do? Why did you lock the door? Why did you send everyone away? What do you think you are doing?"Her voice was still confident on the surface, the voice of someone who refuses to show weakness even when they are afraid.But underneath, there was a tremor.A slight shake that betrayed the fear she was trying to suppress.She did not get a chance to say anything more.Jefferson moved suddenly, his hand shooti

William's sister lay in the hospital bed, her body wrapped in layers of bandages, her mind struggling to make sense of what had happened, to understand where she was and how she had gotten there."Where am I?" she whispered again, her voice weak and trembling. "What is going on? I cannot move my body."And then she heard a voice.A familiar voice, filled with relief and emotion."Oh, my sweet little angel," the voice said, breaking slightly with tears. "You are awake. Thank goodness. Thank goodness you are awake. I was not actually expecting you to wake up this quickly. Thank goodness."William's sister managed to turn her head slightly, the movement painful and restricted by the bandages, and when she did, she saw her mother standing beside the bed.Her mother's face was streaked with tears, her eyes red and swollen from crying, her expression a mixture of relief and anguish.And behind her, standing quietly, was her father.He looked just as worried, just as broken, his face drawn a

William stood frozen in the doorway, his hand still resting on the frame, his back to his mother.He did not turn around.He did not respond immediately.The silence stretched out, heavy and tense, and then his father's voice joined his mother's."You should not be doing that," his father said firmly, his tone carrying the weight of parental authority and concern. "Is that what you are actually planning to do? No, no, no. You should not. You absolutely should not. We should follow the right channel, go through the proper legal process. We should not go and start causing problems for ourselves. Do you understand?"He paused, his voice becoming more urgent."These people are powerful, William," he continued. "Veronica's husband is very, very wealthy. They have connections, resources, influence. I know that going through the legal system is going to be a very long and tedious process, I know the stress and the frustration are going to be overwhelming, but we should not go looking for pro

The moment Jefferson's friend shouted, something shifted in the air.The faces of the men standing around William changed.Their expressions hardened, their jaws tightened, and they exchanged quick glances with one another, a silent agreement passing between them.They looked at William, their eyes filled with anger and indignation."How dare you," one of them said, his voice sharp and accusing. "How dare you punch him? How dare you lay your fingers on him?"And then, without waiting for a response, five of them rushed forward at once.They came at William from different angles, their movements coordinated, their intent clear.They were trying to overpower him with sheer numbers, to use their collective strength to bring him down.But it did not work.William moved with a speed and precision that caught them completely off guard.The first one to reach him swung a wild punch, his fist aimed at William's face.William sidestepped easily, his body shifting just enough to avoid the blow,