Pack your things

★★★★★

"Damon, what is the meaning of this?" Cindy’s voice rang out, echoing through the grand hallway as she stormed into the dining room where Damon and Dante were having breakfast. Her eyes flashed with fury as she approached the table, her hand shaking as she slammed a stack of papers in front of Damon. "How could you do this to me? The moment Grandfather falls ill, you decide to take advantage, doing whatever you please. What have I ever done to deserve this?" Her voice broke, the anger giving way to a deep hurt that she struggled to contain.

Damon looked up from his plate, his expression calm, almost indifferent as he sliced through a piece of bacon. "I've noticed some rather unusual transactions from your account, Cindy," he said coolly, barely glancing at the papers she had thrown down. "Large sums of money being transferred to someone I don’t recognize. I’m not interested in asking you where, or why, but as of now, you’re not authorized to make any further transfers. With Gran