"Sophie," Shane murmured in his sleep, his voice barely a whisper.
Tears streamed down James's cheeks as his body shook with silent sobs. The weight of everything crushed him — the loss, the betrayal, the cruel twist of fate that had stolen the old master and threatened to destroy them all.
"They've all deserted you, Young Master. Every single one of them… even the Young Madam—your own wife," James said, his voice thick with emotion as tears streamed down his cheeks. "She's abandoned you too. None of them were ever truly on your side. Not really."
He sat slumped on the edge of the couch in the dimly room, clutching his phone with trembling hands. On the screen, a live news clip played, showing the Young Madam—her once-soft eyes now hardened with resolve—speaking with calm bitterness. Her voice rang clear, steady.
