Chapter 36

The grand mansion of Donald Frankenstein stood as a testament to decades of success and opulence. As Scot drove up the long, winding driveway, he couldn’t help but reflect on the contrast between the serene elegance of his father’s home and the chaotic turbulence of his own life. The last few months had been a whirlwind of legal battles and personal conflicts, and now, faced with Jane’s relentless attacks, he felt the need for guidance more than ever.

The front door swung open before Scot could even knock, and there stood Mr Donald, his imposing figure softened by a genuine smile. “Scot! It’s been a while,” Mr Donald said, pulling his son into a warm embrace.

“It has dad,” Scot replied, stepping into the grand foyer. The sight of the familiar surroundings—the marble floors, the ornate chandeliers—brought a fleeting sense of nostalgia. “Thanks for seeing me, Dad.”

“Anytime,” Mr Donald said, gesturing towards the spacious living room. “Let’s catch up. It’s not often I get to see you lik
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