When Lord Ricardo entered the family dining hall, his three daughters—Seraphina, Gianna, and Keisha—greeted him with their usual affection, pressing soft kisses to his cheeks.But they quickly sensed something was wrong. His shoulders sagged under an invisible weight, and his smile looked strained, barely reaching his eyes.“Have you seen Andres, Dad?” Keisha asked, sliding into her seat. “He wasn’t at his post this morning. I wanted to go somewhere with him.”“Give him a break,” Seraphina replied, unfolding her napkin with an exaggerated eye roll. “He’s not your personal assistant. He has actual work to do now that Tarzan is gone.”“Well, I wasn’t talking to you,” Keisha shot back.“Can you two shut it?” Gianna interjected, her tone sharp. “Father doesn’t look happy, and you’re both too busy bickering to notice.”The sisters turned toward their father in surprise. Lord Ricardo sat at the head of the table, staring at nothing in particular, his jaw clenched tight. After a long moment,
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