Untold chronicles of power

Chapter hundred Thirty- five

The round table stood as a silent witness—a relic of countless conversations, both mundane and momentous.

Elizabeth, Charles, and Jackson huddled around it, their voices hushed. Stanley Marc's voice crackled through the speakerphone, connecting them to the outside world.

"Where are you now?" Elizabeth's words hung in the air, a fragile thread connecting them to Stanley's mission.

"I am at her house," Stanley replied. "Ella and William are already inside. I'll wait for them to come out.

Elizabeth exchanged a worried glance with Charles.

"Be careful, and try not to do anything stupid," Elizabeth said. Her voice held a mother's concern.

Stanley stood afar, a sentinel in the shadows. He watched as William retreated to the car, his face inscrutable.

Ella emerged from the building—agitated, her eyes stormy. A fight just occurred between them.

Ella climbed into the car, her anger palpable.

William's stoicism remained strict. The engine roared to life, and they drove away—a fractured famil