Ethan stood motionless in the center of Alistair's study, the weight of his grandfather's confession pressing down on him like a stone. The room, lined with towering bookshelves and framed photographs that stretched back decades, had always carried an air of authority. Tonight, however, it felt more like a courtroom, where the past had finally decided to put the present on trial. "I chose your father." The words lingered in the silence between them. Ethan drew a slow breath, forcing himself to remain calm even though every instinct urged him to demand more. "Why?" Alistair didn't answer immediately. Instead, he walked to the small cabinet by the window and poured two cups of tea with steady, practiced hands. It was a habit Ethan had seen countless times growing up. Whenever his grandfather needed time to think, he made tea. He set one cup on the table before Ethan and returned to his seat. "Because I believed your father was ready." Ethan's eyes never left him. "And Adrian
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