Dimitri's frail frame trembled slightly as he sank back into his recliner, old memories surfacing like ghosts from the past. He had witnessed bloodshed within his own family—battles between his sons that had left scars too deep to heal. He would not allow history to repeat itself.
Seeing his grandfather's sudden weakness, Augustine's expression shifted to concern. He stepped forward hurriedly. "Grandpa… are you alright?"
Dimitri waved a dismissive hand, brushing off the concern, but his eyes seemed distant, clouded with something unreadable. Then, his expression hardened.
"If you intend to challenge your own family, abandon that thought immediately," he said coldly, his sharp gaze locking onto Augustine's. "I understand you have suffered. I know you have held resentment toward your uncle for years. But no matter what, we are bound by blood. Family is not something you can cast aside."
