It's now time to prepare for Milan. The days before the trip seemed to move with a strange motives, as though the air itself carried an unseen weight. Harold was still restless, thinking more often than usual, pacing through the halls of his estate, his thoughts looping endlessly back to Henry.At first, he had admired Henry purely for his brilliance. Then it had become respect—for the way the boy worked without complaint, for his loyalty to his mother, for the strange instinct he carried as though destiny whispered directly to him. But now, Harold felt something else—something deeper, more personal, and far harder to name.Every time he saw Henry in the company’s corridors, dressed in his suit, bent over reports, or exchanging words with the directors, Harold’s chest tightened in ways he could not explain. It was not envy, nor the simple pride of a mentor watching his protégé shine. No, it was warmer and strange. It sat in his chest like a secret flame.At night, Harold would pour h
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