Morning greeted the Anderson mansion with soft sunlight filtering through the white curtains of the dining room. The air was filled with the comforting aroma of black coffee, warm toast, and melted butter. At the long, dark-wood table, three people sat quietly, enjoying a rare moment of peaceful breakfast.At the head of the table sat Hans Anderson, the family patriarch. Though age was evident in the deep lines of his face and the nearly all-white hair, his eyes still carried the sharpness of a man who had seen too much and forgotten too little. Beside him, Arabella spooned her oatmeal with strawberries, occasionally stealing glances at Harry, who was focused on the financial reports displayed on his tablet.“These moments… I’ve missed them,” Hans murmured between sips of coffee. “Simple family breakfasts. Underrated, yet priceless.”Harry offered a small nod. Arabella smiled politely and asked gently, “How’s your heart this morning, Grandpa? Feeling any better?”“Much better, now tha
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