The Blackwood main living room had never felt this cold. Despite the soft golden lighting and the luxurious décor, the tension was thick, unspoken, and almost suffocating. Everyone was seated like guests at a funeral, no one smiled. No one dared speak, the silence was louder than any scream. Lord blackwood stood at the head of the room like a judge about to deliver sentences. His black cane rested beside his chair, it was unused but symbolic, it's a weapon he didn’t need to lift to enforce power. His expression was stone cold.l as usual. “Good,” he began, with his voice being sharp and unwavering. “Everyone is present, now let’s get to it.” His eyes moved from one face to another. Eloise, Damian, Lira, Harold, and Serena. “This family…” he exhaled sharply, "is on the verge of collapse, I built this name with my blood and sweat. And now, you children treat it like dirt beneath your shoes.” Then he pointed a stiff finger at Eloise. “Let’s start with you,” he barked, with hi
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