Legacy Of The Chaotic Heir

Chapter eighty six

"Take a deep breath, Gunther," Jane said gently but firmly, trying to comfort him as emotions swirled around. With a supportive hand on his shoulder, she reassured him and helped him regain his composure.

In a gesture of unwavering support, Jane guided Gunther back to his feet.

As he teetered on the precipice of despair, she cradled his head with both hands, a silent pledge of solidarity in the face of loss.

"You need to be strong," Jane whispered, the weight of her words echoing the inevitability of the challenges that lay ahead.

In a moment both intimate and fragile, Jane drew Gunther's head closer to hers, a subtle maneuver to shield their conversation from the prying ears of the attending doctor.

"Your father was a weakling," she murmured, a carefully chosen narrative that concealed Gunther's true identity. The revelation held a dual purpose—an attempt to preserve the privacy of his clandestine background and, perhaps, to spur him into embracing a legacy defined by strength rat