MICHELANGELO POV
I'd never seen a man wrestle with his inner demons like Lucas did today. It was a sight that deepened my respect for him immensely. Confronting those who have wounded us emotionally can be far more agonizing than facing a physical adversary.
For years, my life had been consumed by the desperate search for any news of my wife—a sign that she was still alive. My obsession had clouded my judgment, causing me to overlook the true motives of the wealthy man. Thankfully, I had the foresight to keep someone sharp and perceptive by my side.
As Lucas stormed out of the room, the others began to rise, preparing to leave. I signaled them to sit back down. “I didn’t dismiss anyone,” I declared firmly, my gaze locking with Edison’s, who was glaring at me with barely contained rage.
