The environment in the small room remained unchanged, with the dim light from the neon lamp making the air feel even more still and suffocating than ever before. The smell of alcohol, cigarettes, and the mustiness of the room did not bother Richard. Everything around him seemed unimportant now, except for Andrew, and the story he had carried with him all these years.
Richard stood silently, not saying a word, just looking at the man before him. Andrew, a man who had once been a pawn in Auden Thomas' hands, now sat before him, his face worn and his eyes as though he had lost everything.
But Richard did not rush. He knew that nothing could be resolved immediately. The deep hatred he had for the Thomas family was something he was certain he would never forget.
"You can't fool me," Andrew m
