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Nathaniel stomped down the stairs, muttering under his breath. Sarang watched cautiously before stepping closer, placing a gentle hand on Nathaniel’s shoulder.

“Breathe,” Sarang murmured, his voice soft and soothing as his fingers traced slow, calming circles on Nathaniel’s back.

Nathaniel exhaled sharply, then mirrored Sarang’s deep, measured breaths. He maintained eye contact as he released a louder breath, his tension easing slightly.

“Better?” Sarang asked with a small smile.

“I’m not fine,” Nathaniel snapped, though his tone had softened. “Father’s gone too far this time. Making such a decision without consulting me—I’m not a child.”

“I know. I agree with you that Master is acting… unusual. But an aggressive confrontation won’t solve anything, it will only make him difficult. You know how stubborn he can be.”