Chapter 166

As I stood beside Ethan, watching Victor's downfall unfold like a crumbling edifice, relief washed over me like a warm wave. But my focus shifted to Andrew, my brother, my responsibility.

The weight of my determination settled upon me, a mantle of protection I vowed to wear. I squeezed Ethan's hand, a silent communication of my resolve.

"I need to see Andrew," I said, my voice firm, each word a promise.

Ethan nodded, his eyes understanding.

"Let's go," he said, his voice soft, a gentle accompaniment to my unwavering resolve.

As we walked to Andrew's hospital room, the antiseptic scent and muted beeps of machinery created a sterile symphony. My heart ached with every step, but I steeled myself, fortifying my resolve.

Inside the room, Andrew lay motionless, machines surrounding him like sentinels. The soft rise and fall of his chest was a reassuring rhythm, but my gaze lingered on the fragile lines etched on his face.

My son.

My responsibility.

I took a deep breath, the air filling my l