Esme lowered her gaze for a moment before letting out a soft sigh. Then, with a quiet, almost reluctant voice, she spoke.
"You see, every family has its secrets," she began, her tone carrying a weight of something long buried. "From the video I left behind, you might have already realized that our fathers—yours and mine—were part of something much bigger. The agency… no, the organization."
She lifted her eyes then, meeting their gazes with a newfound seriousness. "Your father was killed, and yes, your grandfather and second aunt had a hand in it. That much is true. But before that—before he was murdered—you knew his health had been deteriorating, right?"
The brothers exchanged looks, nodding.
"That was no secret," one of them muttered. "Everyone knew about it."
