The next day, in the opulent study room of Vincent Moretti, Leo stood at the door, gathering his courage. He knew this conversation would be difficult, but it was necessary. He took a deep breath, bracing himself for the confrontation.
"Dad, we need to talk," Leo said, stepping into the room.
Vincent, seated behind his large mahogany desk, barely looked up from his papers. "We have nothing to talk about," he replied coldly, his tone dismissive.
"Dad, hear me for once," Leo pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation.
Vincent's eyes snapped up, his face a mask of controlled fury. "WE HAVE NOTHING TO TALK ABOUT, LEO. LEAVE NOW."
Leo clenched his fists, fighting to keep his temper in check. "Dad, I’m getting married next month."
The silence that followed was deafening. Vincent's expressi
