In the luxurious Hospital room, Vincent, paced anxiously, his face etched with concern. Beside him, Rafael, David, Riccardo, Lucian, Livio, Valerius, and Nevaeh stood in a somber circle, their expressions a mix of worry and relief. Alzandro, their father and the formidable head of their family, sat on a plush armchair, his dark eyes reflecting the weight of the world.
"Dad, you should never have walked out without security," Vincent admonished, his voice tinged with both frustration and gratitude.
Alzandro sighed, his gaze unwavering as he met his son's eyes. "Vincent, my decisions are not up for discussion."
The room fell silent, the unspoken truth hanging heavily in the air. Alzandro was a force to be reckoned with, a man who had built an empire on strength, cunning, and fear. But to
