Chapter 165

His uncle remained where he was, watching Scar's retreating back with a mixture of sadness and resignation. The weight of his confession hung in the air, a permanent wedge between them.

He had always known this day would come, but he had never imagined it would hurt this much.

He got into his hand and headed straight to meet his father,so he can reconsider his decision about scar.

When he got to his grandfather's study he noticed the room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the flickering flames of a fireplace.

The air was thick with the scent of burning wood and the heavy, oppressive silence that seemed to fill every corner of the vast study.

The grandfather sat behind a massive mahogany desk.

He was a man of power, of unyielding authority, and the weight of his presence was palpable.

The uncle stood in front of the desk, his posture tense, his hands clasped tightly together as he tried to muster the courage to speak.

The weight of his nephew's pain and the guilt of his o