Lian quietly closed his tablet and stood up from his study desk. His tutor gave him a nod of approval before gathering her things and exiting the room. As soon as she left, a small smile crept across Lian's face. He adjusted the collar of his neatly pressed shirt and walked down the hallway, his steps lighter than usual.
The corridor led him to the main living room where his father, Larman Diamond, and his uncle Brent were seated, engaged in a serious conversation. As soon as Lian entered, he paused near the doorway, his posture straight and respectful.
"Dad. Uncle Brent," he greeted softly, bowing his head slightly.
Both men turned toward him. Larman's stern expression softened immediately.
"Lian," Larman said, his tone gentler now.
