The air between them froze. Their gazes locked, the atmosphere turning razor-sharp. Elder Sterling's jaw twitched, his fist clenching around the head of his cane. "Then be ready to lose everything," he said coldly.
Lucian's voice came out low, almost lazy—but undeniably threatening.
"Really? Then let's do it." He smirked, composed in a way that only made the old man tremble with anger.
The cane struck the floor with a deafening crack.
"LUCIAN!"
"You don't have to get so anxious; be careful of your health," Lucian warned flatly, rising to his feet. His eyes swept over the study one last time, taking in every detail as though he might never return.
"I'll give you a chance to divorce quietly… or don't blame me for being ruthless," Elder Sterling said, each word sharp enough to wound.
But Lucian had already turned away. He didn't spare him a glance as he walked out. He had no intention of sitting through another round of empty threats.
