Dante's question

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Damon shot Cindy a piercing glance, his eyes searching for any hint of truth. "What did you see when you entered?" he asked, his voice steady but carrying an underlying edge.

Cindy met his gaze unwaveringly, her composure intact despite the tension. "He was pacing back and forth, his hands clasped behind his back," she replied with a practiced calm. "You know he does that when he’s stressed. I couldn’t discern what was troubling him."

Her gaze held steady, unflinching under the weight of Damon’s scrutinizing stare. Despite his intimidating presence—a force that often made others falter—Cindy was accustomed to navigating his formidable aura with practiced ease. Her demeanor remained composed, even as her words danced on the edge of deception.

At that moment, Dante pushed open the door, flanked by a servant. His young face was etched with concern. "What happened to Great Grandpa?" he asked, his voice tinged with anxiety.

The servant, bowing slightly, replied, "The house butler