Inside the study room of the Hayes estate, the atmosphere was unusually solemn.
Alistair Hayes sat at the center, hands folded behind his back, gazing into the fireplace. Beside him, Clarissa leaned against the polished wood desk, arms crossed. Damien stood nearby, sipping from a steaming cup of black tea, his expression unreadable.
"Father," Damien finally said, breaking the silence, "who exactly is this… Master Yun?"
Clarissa nodded slowly. "You never told us much. Why would you promise Natalie to someone like Gregory?"
Alistair exhaled deeply, the weight of the past hanging heavy on his shoulders.
"Master Yun is… a mystery," he said, voice quiet but firm. "Many don't know where he came from. Some say he is some kind of god. Appears and disappears like mist. Others believe he's mastered a kind of… ancient art. Something far beyond what we can understand."
Clarissa's eyes widened slightly. Damien's brows furrowed.
