DOMINIC POV
I stood in the hospital room, the air thick with tension. My father, Victor Miller, sat on the exquisite hospital bed he had customized, the flickering candlelight casting shadows on his weathered face. The room suddenly felt small; bodyguards were everywhere. I guess he didn't underestimate me, which he obviously shouldn't have. I glared at him, my eyes full of hatred. As I stepped forward, the bodyguards raised their guns at me. Father told them off, saying, "Drop your guns. I know he's fast and smart, but he definitely can't kill all of you at once. Besides, he left his boys outside," with a small chuckle.
"Father," I began, my voice steady despite the turmoil within. "We need to talk about Mother."
Father leaned back in his chair, studying me through narrowed eyes. His s
