Chapter 409
Author: Sunshine
last update2025-09-18 22:49:33

The next morning, the Kingston family mansion was anything but quiet.

Alfred Kingston had called an emergency family meeting, summoning everyone back to the old estate.

And one by one, every Kingston arrived—none dared to be absent.

As the eldest, Alfred had always been the pillar, but today his eyes carried something different—steel and fire.

His brothers David and Samuel, and his younger sister Sarah, all married with families of their own, filled the long table, their children sitting quietl
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