However, two days later, upon returning to the estate to prepare for the first prospective buyers, Marcus stepped into a profoundly unsettling silence.
He froze upon seeing movement in the grand living room. There stood his father, Elias, frail but upright, leaning heavily on a cane. “How… how are you here?” Marcus stammered, stumbling back. Elias’s eyes held a deep, unreadable sorrow. “I walked out,” his father stated clearly. “Your betrayal gave me the strength to stand up, a strength your lack of love never offered.”
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