The surgical suite’s "In Progress" light finally flickered out, replaced by a steady, cool green. For Aurelia, it felt like the first time she had drawn a full breath in five years. The surgeons emerged, their faces lined with exhaustion but their eyes carrying the triumph of a battle won. Elias was alive. The new heart, a gift from a stranger half a world away, was beating strongly within his small chest. But as the boy was wheeled into the intensive recovery bay of the estate’s medical wing, the atmosphere outside his room remained frigid. Damian stood in the darkened hallway of the east wing, his silhouette framed by the jagged lightning that now danced across the sky outside. Dante stood a respectful few feet away, holding a tablet that contained the damning CCTV footage. The silence between them was heavy, broken only by the low hum of the villa’s backup generators. "I’ve run the biometric scan on the footage again, sir," Dante said, his voice unusually hesitant. Damian di
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