Back in New York, Charles Cornell sat in the living room, staring at the blank wall. A cup of green tea sat on a table, cold and forgotten. The room was eerily quiet, save for the soft ticking of the clock. His face was stoic, but his mind churned with relentless thoughts that never reached his expression.
The door creaked open, and Seth stepped inside. His gaze swept the room before settling on his father. A sly smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
“Father,” Seth said, breaking the silence with a mockingly casual tone. “Don’t tell me you’re still dwelling on Zac’s cheating scandal.”
The old man didn’t turn, his gaze fixed on the wall. “I still can’t believe it,” he muttered. “We need to clear this up immediately. How can Zac be so careless about something this important?”
Seth pou
