Chapter 153

I stepped into my dimly lit study, the scent of old books and leather enveloping me. Jack waited, his expression grave, his eyes sunken.

"Ethan, I've uncovered something," Jack said, his voice low and measured.

I nodded, anticipation building as I settled into my chair.

"Go on," I urged, my eyes locked onto his.

Jack hesitated, his fingers drumming against the armrest.

"I've been digging into Bruce's past," he began.

The soft glow of the desk lamp cast shadows on his face.

"And?" I pressed, my voice laced with impatience.

Jack's eyes locked onto mine, a deep sadness reflected within.

"Bruce wasn't the mastermind," he revealed.

My eyes widened, shock rippling through me like a cold wave.

"What do you mean?" I demanded.

Jack's voice dropped to a whisper.

"It was someone close to you."

The room seemed to shrink, the air thickening.

"Who?" I asked.

Jack's gaze held mine.

"Your father."

The words hung in the air like a challenge.

My world crashed around me, memories swirling like a maelstr