Chapter 39: The Sixth Founder
The cabin became deathly silent.
Rain continued hammering the roof.
Thunder growled in the distance.
But inside, nobody heard anything except Charles's words.
"There was only supposed to be one heir."
Amelia stared at her father.
Her mind struggled to process what she'd heard.
"What does that mean?"
Charles looked exhausted.
A man carrying decades of guilt.
Decades of secrets.
His hands trembled as he sat back down.
Victor watched him carefully.
"You remember now, don't you?"
Charles nodded.
Slowly.
Painfully.
"Not everything."
His voice cracked.
"But enough."
Rachel stepped closer.
"The hospital."
"The agreement."
"What agreement?"
Charles closed his eyes.
For a moment, Amelia thought he might refuse to answer.
Then he spoke.
"Atla
