Chapter 132 Take Me To Her Grave

• The weight of silence hung heavily in the air, a thick blanket smothering the study where old Mr. Knight sat, his hands clasped together as if in prayer. Each breath he drew was a battle against the tightening vice of grief. His eyes, usually sharp and assessing, now brimmed with an unspeakable sorrow as he contemplated the empty future without his granddaughter's laughter echoing through the halls.
• A knock shattered the quietude like a hammer to glass, and the door creaked open. Xavier loomed over the threshold, his presence darkening the room. The old man observed him—a tower of control now crumbling, a man who commanded empires yet stood defeated by loss.
• "I hope you know what you are doing." Old Mr. Knight's voice sliced through the tension, each word a pointed blade aimed straight at his son's heart.