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~Dylan’s POV
I watched from the corner of the VIP ward as Eva and her parents hovered near Chairman Fridolf’s bed, their voices sharp, their eyes flashing with entitlement and fear. “Father, we will not take it lightly if you give all your shares to someone who is not part of this family,” her father said, each word deliberate, like a threat wrapped in civility. Her mother nodded, adding her own venom, “You know what is at stake. We will make sure everything is done properly. There is no room for… mistakes.”
Grandpa Fridolf didn’t raise his voice, didn’t flinch. He simply looked at them with the quiet authority that had always commanded respect, his gaze steady, unyielding. Then, softly, he said, “Leave me. I want to be alone.”
The words hung in the air, cutting through the tension
