Mark Stone’s eyes followed his son with mounting disbelief. His fingers clenched strongly around the armrest's edge with the bitter taste of disappointment on his lips. How could Killian be so blind - so reckless?
The leather chair groaned beneath him as he slowly rose to his feet and paced the room like a caged animal.“I didn’t raise you to lead with your feelings alone,” he muttered. “I trained you to lead with control. Discipline. Logic.”
Killian stood frozen, staring at him. But this time, there wasn't a trace of uncertainty on his face.
Mark’s voice dropped lower, colder. “Starting over is fine - for people who have nothing to lose. But we do. You do. You walk into chaos with that girl, and everything we’ve worked for - Stone Global’s legacy, your future - becomes a game of chance.
