Darryl arrived at the Ashborne clan, and one of the dhamphyrs quickly came to his side to assist him.
“Where’s Alistair?” Darryl asked firmly, his voice heavy with restrained anger.
“In his playroom, sir,” the dhamphyr replied with a small bow. Darryl already knew where that room was, so without wasting time, he walked there with quick, heavy steps.
When he entered, he found Alistair casually playing billiards, as if he had nothing to worry about. The sight only fueled Darryl’s anger. Without hesitation, he marched toward him, shoved him hard, and landed a strong punch straight to his face. Alistair staggered back, stumbled, and crashed onto the floor.
“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Darryl shouted, his voice echoing in the room. His chest rose and fell quickly, fury burning in his
