Chapter 240

The Anderson mansion stood silent under the midnight sky, a sprawling, imposing structure drenched in darkness save for the occasional glow of dim lighting.

Inside, the vast halls echoed with the sound of footsteps. Ethan Anderson wandered aimlessly through the mansion, restless and agitated.

He had tossed and turned in bed for hours but found no reprieve in sleep. His mind, clouded with memories and worries, refused to quiet down.

He passed through the grand living room, pausing momentarily to gaze at the lavish furnishings—the antique chairs, the Persian rugs, the priceless paintings.

All these riches, yet he still couldn’t find peace. He shook his head and continued walking, his thoughts spiraling back to the events that had led him here.

Ethan found himself by the tall windows, looking out at the sprawling lawn outside. His reflection stared back at him from the glass—tired, haunted.

So much had changed over the years, and he couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of loss des