Chapter 139 - Confrontations

James arrived moments later, his face etched with the same weariness that mirrored Rafael's. The loyal assistant nodded, no questions asked, as they strode out into the bustling city streets. The drive to the Vexley estate was a blur of honking traffic and flashing lights, the opulent mansion looming on the horizon like a gilded cage. Sprawling across acres of manicured lawns, it was divided into sections—a testament to the fractured family within. Rafael's private wing was a fortress of solitude, but tonight, he bypassed it entirely, wheeling his chair with purposeful rolls toward the grand central section where his father, Mirabel, and her spoiled offsprings resided.