"Grandpa, look at him. Will you really let him walk away like that?" Caelum's voice snapped, sharp with fury, as he glared at the door where Zeran had just vanished.
Damian Tuffin turned his gaze slowly from one grandchild to another, his face lined with quiet strain before he finally let out a long, exhausted sigh.
His jaw clenched as he rose from his seat, crossing the room to his desk where he busied himself, pulling open drawers in search of something unseen.
Renar leaned back against the plush leather sofa, his shoulders slumped. Callista's eyes narrowed, watching him exhale—each breath heavy, like a man crushed by his own indecision.
"Zeran was right," Callista said calmly. "This is between them now. We don't have the right to interfere." She waited, watching for even the faintest reaction. But Renar only stared into the void, eyes blank.
"Sister, how can you be this cruel?" Caelum snapped. "No—I won't let her die. I'll tell her. I'll convince her to let the baby go."
