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Inside the beautiful sitting room of the Storm family, the mood became tense as everyone stared at William, worry etched deeply on their faces. The room, usually filled with warmth and light, now felt cold and heavy, the atmosphere thick with unspoken fears. The walls, adorned with family portraits and memories of happier times, seemed to close in on them, making the space feel smaller, almost suffocating.

Lady Storm, the matriarch of the family, sat down, trying to relax her back on the soft chair that had always provided comfort. But today, even the plush cushions couldn’t ease the burden she felt. Her expression was far from relaxed; in fact, it was a mirror of the turmoil inside her. Her face, usually composed and dignified, now held a deep sadness as she gazed at William, her eyes brimming with unspoken words. She appeared on the verge of tears, her heart heavy with the weight of the situation.

Clarissa, William’s wife, sat beside him, her hands tightly entwined with his. Her gri