Chapter 247 Logan And Sons

• Logan sat in the grand living room, the room was silent, save for the faint crackling of the fireplace. He leaned back in his chair, his expression contemplative as he stared at the flames. Across from him, Blake sat on the edge of a leather couch, his posture rigid, hands clasped together as if he were bracing for whatever was to come.
• The door creaked open, and both men turned their heads simultaneously. Aidan stepped in, his face a mixture of curiosity and concern. His hair was slightly tousled, as if he had run his hands through it multiple times on his way down.
• “Father,” Aidan began, his voice steady, though there was an undercurrent of tension. “Did you summon me?”