{Third person's pov}The package arrived just before noon, it was small, wrapped in dark brown paper, no company logo, no return address.Only one name written neatly across the front, Mr. Ethan Ramos and Arthur placed it on the dining table."It was delivered by hand, sir."Ethan looked at it for several seconds, he already knew without opening it, he knew exactly who had sent it.Natasha quietly watched him from across the table."Ethan..."He picked up the package, jis fingers were steady, his eyes weren't, he untied the string and Inside... A single iron key rested on black velvet.Old, heavy, worn by time and beneath it lay a folded note.Ethan unfolded it, his expression immediately hardened, Natasha gently reached for the note and he didn't stop her.She read the neat handwriting. 'Come back to the place where you became the man you are. The house is waiting — Richard Ramos.'The room fell silent. "The childhood mansion?" Natasha asked softly.Ethan nodded once. "I'm not going.
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