Nichola’s pov.. The loud crash jolted Nicholas awake. He sat up in bed, heart pounding, and glanced at the clock: 3:00 AM. Groaning, he threw off the covers and stumbled out of bed. The noise had come from downstairs, from the direction of the mansion's grand hall. I crept down the hallway, the old wooden floorboards creaking beneath my feet. As I neared the hall, I could hear frantic shouting. "Dad?" I called out, my voice barely a whisper. I pushed open the heavy oak door and froze. My father was slumped on the floor, clutching his chest, his face contorted in pain. Beside him, a shattered vase lay in pieces. "Nicholas," he gasped, "Help me... my pills..." "Dad!" I rushed to his side, dropping to his knees. "What happened?" "Chest... pain..." his father wheezed, barely able to speak. "In the drawer... get them..." I scrambled to the nearby table and yanked open the drawer and grabbed the small bottle of pills and fumbled with the cap, my hands shaking. I managed to get a
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