As they arrived back at Anderson Mansion, the weight of the day's chaos hung heavy in the air. The sun had long set, and the house was shrouded in an unsettling quiet. Cloe, her mind spinning from the earlier confrontations, slipped away silently to the study room, needing a moment to focus on the hospital schedules for the next day. Her escape into work was her way of coping.
Caesar, on the other hand, was restless. He sank into the sofa, his mind racing, unable to shake off Bryan’s accusations and the unsettling events of the day. Sonia, too, was visibly distressed, her fingers fidgeting as she paced the room, consumed by the bitter revelations of the family feud. Mark stood in the corner, watching everything unfold, quietly observing the tension that seemed ready to boil over.
Caesar
