You Continue To Exist Because Of Him

The crisp air brushed against Arthur's face as he stepped out of the imposing estate, the grandeur of the mansion fading behind him.

The quiet rustle of leaves and the distant calls of birds were momentarily disrupted by the sudden vibration of the device on his wrist.

Pulling to a stop, Arthur tapped the sleek screen, his movements quick and practiced as he slid an earbud into place.

"Uncle Derek?" he queried, his voice tinged with both respect and urgency as he paused on the manicured pathway leading away from the estate.

The line crackled briefly before Derek's voice came through, warm yet slightly distracted, "Sorry, Arthur. I was busy in a meeting and I saw your missed call. Is something wrong?"