The moment Caine’s eyes landed on the leader of the men, his entire posture changed. His body stiffened instantly, and for a brief second, surprise broke through his usual guarded expression. Then his jaw tightened as recognition set in.
“…Nathan?” he said quietly.
The man in front of him didn’t react to the name at all. Nathan simply stepped forward with calm, measured movements, his expression cold and controlled as if emotions had no place on his face.
“Didn’t you remember what today is?” Nathan asked flatly. “It’s our grandfather’s birthday. Are you not going to show up, or are you planning to insult him again?”
Another man stepped up beside him. Marcus, Caine’s second brother, had his arms folded across his chest and a faint, mocking smile on his lips.
“Grandfather has been waiti
