Julius stormed through the sterile hospital corridors, the harsh lighting casting eerie shadows on the walls. His steps echoed, a constant reminder of the urgency of the situation. As he approached the room where his father was being treated, he couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Ronan Fablo, the man who had brought him nothing but pain and heartache, lay unconscious behind that door. The very thought sent shivers down Julius's spine.
With each step, Julius recalled the tumultuous relationship he had with his father. Ronan had been a man of power and privilege, but he wielded that power like a sledgehammer, crushing anyone who dared to oppose him, including his own family. Julius had spent most of his life walking on eggshells, never daring to defy his father's will, until the day
