Detecting the conflict brewing within Cole, Emmanuel probed gently, “Cole, what’s troubling you?”

Cole released a measured breath.

“There are complications I still need to untangle, so I can’t reveal my mom’s whereabouts to my dad just yet. We’ll need to exercise patience a bit longer. Please, guard this secret for now.”

Bertram and Emmanuel signaled their agreement with synchronized nods. Though they couldn’t grasp Cole’s full reasoning, they honored his judgment. As the family head, Cole wielded ultimate authority over all significant family decisions, particularly those entangling his own parents. Whatever course he charted, they possessed no grounds to challenge.

Cole then turned toward Ruben, preparing to brief him on recent developments, but discovered Ruben’s attention had wandered completely.

What commanded Ruben’s focus so thoroughly? He was attempting to muscle his way through the younger family members, hell-bent on securing a view of his great-granddaughter.

Louisa fluttered anxiously at his side, bracing him with both hands, terrified he might lose his balance.

Since her catastrophic breakdown, Irene had been transferred to a nursing facility equipped with specialized medical staff, so she no longer haunted the corridors of the Evans manor. Watching Ruben’s determined campaign, everyone wrestled to contain their laughter.

In truth, when Elliana had crossed the threshold with Beatrice nestled in her arms, Ruben had been the very first to spring to his feet, his excitement rivaling that of any youth in the room. But the weight of years had hobbled him, and his legs betrayed his intentions. Even wielding his cane, he had failed to compete with the stampeding crowd. Before he’d managed more than a handful of steps, Elliana had vanished behind a fortress of young people.

Trapped on the outside gazing in, Ruben had practically vibrated with impatience. He’d calculated that he would simply wait for the younger generation to satisfy their curiosity and scatter, but the youngsters had displayed zero inclination to yield their positions. After enduring what felt like an agonizing eternity, he still hadn’t claimed his opportunity.

Eventually, Ruben’s patience evaporated completely.

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“You insufferable brats, clear a path this instant!” he thundered, emphasizing his command by brandishing his cane and delivering sharp raps to the shins of those unfortunate enough to stand closest.

Flinching from the stinging crack against their calves, the few whirled around in surprise. The others, jolted by Ruben’s explosive voice, twisted their heads to identify the source of the disruption.

The living room surrendered to silence.

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