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VOSS MANSION

The sleek black car rolled to a stop in front of Voss Mansion. The towering structure loomed over them, its familiar stone walls and intricate architecture whispering tales of old memories. Alexander barely waited for the driver to come around before stepping out, his movements stiff from lingering injuries. His ribs still ached, but the pain was nothing compared to the void inside him.

Liam and Marcus followed closely behind, their expressions unreadable.

The moment Alexander's gaze landed on the two figures standing at the entrance—his father, Reginald Voss, and his stepmother, Vivian—his expression darkened.

Reginald took a cautious step forward, but before Alexander could speak, Liam nudged him slightly and murmured, "Your father played a big role in your recovery. He even donated blood. You both have the same rare blood type."

Alexander's jaw tightened. He hadn't expected that.