113. Success
The spacious hall was silent, the tension palpable as the Dono family awaited the arrival of their patriarch. Varian stood at the center, his posture rigid, his eyes betraying a flicker of uncertainty. The whispers of his brothers' betrayal, seeded by Amelia, echoed in his mind, fueling his resolve.
As the clock chimed, heralding the hour, the doors swung open to reveal the iron-blooded monarch of the Dono family. The patriarch's gaze swept across the room, settling on Varian with an inscrutable expression. "Varian," he began, his voice resonant, "what urgent matter demands our presence?"
The grand hall of the Dono estate was charged with an electric tension, each brother's face etched with the lines of deeply held grievances. Varian, the youngest, was a tempest of frustration, his voice rising like a storm. "I am more than just the youngest! My deeds for this family are countless, yet they are invisible to all!"