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The Fragile Truce.

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Chapter Eighty One: The Fragile Truce

The mansion had become a museum of silence. For days, the only sounds were the hushed footsteps of the doubled guards and the stern, watchful presence of Nurse Clara, who followed Julian from room to room like a shadow he couldn’t shake.

Caesar was a ghost in his own home. Leaving before dawn, returning long after dark. When they were in the same room, his words were clipped, icy necessities. It was a punishment and a strategy.

If he was cold enough, distant enough, maybe Julian would break and agree to the surgery.

But the distance between them wasn’t just emotional; it was a physical ache in Julian’s chest.

The anger and hurt finally boiled over. He wouldn’t beg. He’d rebel.

He found Clara in the sitting room, clutching a book he wasn’t reading. He let his hand tremble, his eyes squeeze shut.

“The pills,” he gasped, his voice tight. “In the safe downstairs. The white bottle. It’s the only thing that helps the pressure.”

Clara looked up
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