Chapter 132: Nyman's Vow

Nyman Banks pulled into the driveway of his parents’ sprawling estate, the setting sun casting long shadows over the meticulously manicured lawn. The house, a stately mansion that screamed old money, stood tall and proud against the backdrop of Jinstain's urban sprawl. To the untrained eye, it was the epitome of luxury, but Nyman knew better. The foundation was beginning to crumble, and he wasn’t just talking about the building.

As he stepped out of his sleek, black sports car, he noticed something unusual—boxes. Lots of them, stacked haphazardly on the front porch. The front door was ajar, and through the opening, he could see more boxes scattered across the foyer. His mother, Sandra Banks, was known for her composure, her relentless control over every aspect of her life, and for always maintaining an appearance of calm, no matter the circumstances. Seeing the house in disarray was a shock.

Nyman frowned as he approached the door, a sense of unease settling in the pit of his stomach.