"Mm," Dastan replied shortly.Observing his older brother's flat, unreadable reaction, Rezon pressed forward. "I will be departing for my colleague's reception now alongside Moza."Inwardly, Moza felt a heavy wave of unease. She meticulously monitored every subtle shift in Dastan’s features, terrified that a lethal spark of conflict would erupt right before her eyes.Reflexively, Moza slid her hand away from Rezon’s arm, weighed down by a bizarre, unprovoked sense of guilt.At that exact millisecond, Abigail’s high-pitched voice effectively salvaged the situation."Papa!" she called out from the upper landing, before executing a small, rapid run down the marble steps.At the sight of his daughter, Dastan’s hardened expression softened instantly. He turned his gaze back to Rezon."Depart then. However, do not return too late. Abigail typically waits for Moza before she can sleep.""Understood, Brother. I have a scheduled surgery tomorrow morning anyway, so I won't linger long," Rezon a
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