A tense standoff between father and son.
Time seemed to slow to a crawl, the air thick with unspoken tension.
The atmosphere was suffocating, frozen in place.
"Fine.
Just fine," Grandpa Luther narrowed his eyes at Jonathan, his gaze brimming with a disappointment so profound it threatened to consume him.
"If you're so determined to go through with this, then go ahead.
Let's see how far you can take it."
His furrowed brow relaxed, but his aged, stern face had already turned cold and indifferent.
"And let this be a lesson—to see for yourself what happens to those who refuse to see reason."
As he spoke, the old man gripped his cane and pushed himself up from the sofa, his body swaying slightly.
"Grandpa!"
Uncle Carlos's eyes widened in alarm as he rushed forward to steady the old man's arm.
"Are you all right?!"
After the poisoning incident not long ago, Grandpa's health had never fully recovered.
