104, Chris and his grandfather

Chapter One Hundred and Four; Chris and His Grandfather

Chris Brown walked into the stately mansion with a sense of trepidation. The looming confrontation with his grandfather weighed heavily on his mind.

The accusations of theft and the strain it had put on his relationship with his family were a dark cloud he couldn’t escape.

As he stepped into the grand foyer, the familiar scents and sights of his childhood did little to comfort him.

Instead, they served as a stark reminder of the rift that had formed between him and his kin.

“Chris, why aren’t you in prison?” Mr. Brown’s voice boomed from the sitting room. The elderly man, despite his age, had a presence that commanded attention.

His silver hair was meticulously groomed, and his piercing blue eyes showed a mixture of anger and disappointment.

Chris took a deep breath and entered the room. “Grandfather, I didn’t steal the statue. I’ve been framed.”

“Framed? Don’t insult my intelligence, boy!” Mr. Brown snapped, slamming his ca